__LADYSephiroth

08:13 pm: Hello?
Are any of my old friends still around?

Tell me your news...

03:17 pm: Conclusions
I have come back from a journey, with a realisation:

I am Haruhi Suzumiya.

01:09 am: Lifestream!
A Japanese telescope got some very close-up shots of the sun... and does this video of its surface remind you of anything?

Like, say... the lifestream? Coarsing with snaking energy that threatens to engulf us all and bore us anew into the vast universe with gifts of its essence?

02:55 pm: Tales of Symphonia...
Can anyone tell me if Tales of Symphonia is worth playing? Does it have a good plot?

Tags: rpg, videogame

10:22 pm: The mighty One
Playing through FFVII again in order to understand the deeper mysteries of my own soul, I came across that mighty guardian beast, the Midgar Zolom, whose ferocious form, I was lead to believe, I could not even attempt to defeat. We are told that the only way forward is to leap aboard a chocobo and run away. Not so for I.

It is quite simple, really. One only needs to be at around level twenty, or higher. Equipping my dear Cloud-kun with an elemental materia connected with a fire materia on his armour for a start, I entered into battle with this creature. Many times we fought, and never did it beat me, though it would toss my friends out of the field with its tail. Eventually all that was left standing against it was Cloud. The Zolom used its powerful Beta attack, an attack so strong that it should have wiped Cloud out entirely. Not so. Thanks to my skill with materia he survived, and learned Beta for himself , capturing it within the heart of his Enemy Skill materia. With the use of Bio magic, the beast was already greatly weakened with Poison, and with a single rebuttal of Beta's burning explosive flames, it was quickly vanquished before it could do further harm.

Upon reaching the other side of the marsh wherein the world-snake hid, Cloud and his party find a Midgar Zolom, left to them by Sephiroth. It is dead, impaled, easily killed by that man in the black cape. Cloud reacts with horror: Sephiroth has this much power? He seems to have no memory of his own defeat of the beast, and the defeat of several more that I went through in order to exact my vengeance upon this evil thing. And then I realise with a start that it was not Cloud that had fought that creature at all, it was me. With my own cunning and skill I had proven myself as powerful as that mighty SOLDIER, Sephiroth.

Something to think about. I feel much closer to the truth about myself already.

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07:41 pm: My dear angel Kaworu-chan, I always knew you were a girl

11:23 pm: How far should I go drifting in the wind?
I wonder sometimes about myself, and the things I feel. Does anyone else feel this way?

I'm getting closer to something deep, I just know it. Recently I have begun to feel within me a bibliophile stirring beneath the surface. I've always liked books, but there is a feeling in me sometimes that, like Yomiko Readman, part of me loves books with a passion, an ache that runs deeper than obsession. Sometimes when I hold a piece of paper I feel like I could use it, but so far no matter how hard I concentrate I cannot make it stronger than steel and sharper than my athame. It remains as flimsy... as paper. Still, such setbacks do not quell my training. I sit and toss paper at the wall; fling it into the air to create a shield around me; hold it within my hands and project my love into it, as Readman-san has taught me how.

I think if I keep trying and read more books I'd finally understand that part of myself. It'll be difficult but I think it would be worth it. The power of a Paper Master is formidable indeed.

01:12 pm: Goddess in the Heavens
All is right with the world.

^___^

06:01 am: ^____^
I just felt that I should stress again for all of those people out there reading this: I have been utterly defeated by a cabal of Internet anarchists bent on the ultimate destruction of all they despise, via the terrifying practice of lamely spamming journals. To define my utter defeat, I mean that they have forced me to take the massive, shellshocking step of making commenting friends only. Do you understand how much that has rocked my pathetic little world? Do you see for all of the time they spent writing hateful, spiteful comments, can you imagine the massive amount of hell they have managed to put me through by... by forcing me to go to my profile settings and change an option?

Oh my God my life may never be the same again.

Let's analyse this further, as I do believe I have a working hypothesis here:

Some asinine little group found my journal, and decided that it was not to their taste. Oh, how I can just imagine the things they had to say about me, in their private, safe little haven! How they laughed and jeered and wrote their absolutely dire little catchphrase in-jokes like "lulz" (which almost sickens me in how unfunny it is) or "iawtc" or whatever. Repeat ad naseum until they finally get bored of repeating the same jokes they have been repeating since 2002 (it's interesting to see how the truly pathetic members of humanity are the ones who take something that may have been funny once and run it into the ground and out of the other side of the planet, always using the same tired old crap over and over and never coming up with anything new), and then they get all of their friends to come and harrass me. Cue several hundred inane messages, over the course of several days, until I finally get bored of banning the journals they create in order to keep commenting, and switch off non-friends posting. But this doesn't really cover how depressing it is that there are really people so hateful, so lacking in basic human decency, that they will actually do things like this. And it is truly staggering to know that they went to all of this effort to make me switch to friends-only comments. Some of them even demanding I switch, and berating me for letting themselves harrass me! So I ask a set of rhetorical questions: What the fuck? What the fuck are you doing this for? Your own personal amusement? Are you all really that... that awful, that the only way you can get your kicks is to waste your time co-ordinating attacks on the unprotected livejournals of people whose views do not match your own elitist perspective? Do you really care that much about me? You don't even know me. What is wrong with you people.

I consider these questions rhetorical as a) I will get no answer because you ghouls can no longer post, and b) even if you could post I would not get a real answer anyway. Or at least, an answer that could truly justify your pathetic actions as clumsy, juvenile arbiters of Internet justice.

I feel sorry for you, you zeroes, you nobodies. What's going to live on after you die? Nothing, that's what.

12:07 am: Well done, children. Congratulations, after all of your time-consuming spamming endeavours, I have finally made commenting on my journal permanently friends-only. It must make you feel so satisfied to know that only people on my friends list will be able to comment now, as if it wasn't the case already that the only comments I'm really interested in reading are those of my friends.

Still, I can't help but pity you all. You're obviously even more troubled than I am, if you have the need to make yourself feel superior by attempting to bully me. It's rather sad.

02:18 am: I tried to kill the pain, but only brought more.

So much more.

I don't know what's more lame, the fact that you apparently all have nothing better to do than sit and wait for me to allow non-friends-only commenting, or the fact that your attempts at trolling are just so incredibly boring. You GODDAMNED POLTROONS should all be exposed to the most hellish tortures the Goddess can devise.

SIC SEMPER TYRANNIS

The cherry blossoms fade away,
Away, away.
The inelegant children play today,
they're unaware of childish things.

Awake, dear ones, your heart can be saved,
Liquid weeps from your eyes and your hearts
so cold, so cold,
Melt.

Break down, around.
Can you break free of heaven's dark bonds
Bonds that break you
Rape you?
Goodnight to all my friends forever
The cut is just a sliver.
River.

Here you go, you worthless shits, this is my poem and I will unleash more and more and rock your fucking worlds until you just cannot take it for another second. Good luck sleeping tonight, meanies, now that you know exactly how I feel because of you. You goddamned imbeciles.

12:17 am: I shall punish you... in the name of the Moon.
Ah, now that you miserable fucks have quietened down, I suppose I should say my piece.

I suppose I could say all of the things your victims have probably all said in the past: That I have every right to post here without having to be harrassed; that you are all pathetic fragments of faeces that would probably never ever know teh emotion of shame. And it's all true... but of course, you don't care in the slightest. You thrive on the destruction of innocence, and you revel in the hatred you create. It's sickening.

Sure, I have problems, and I say stupid things sometimes, but you know what? You're just the same as me. I may write things that you find pathetic, but you're just as pathetic, filling your monotony with hateful, spiteful spamming and harrassment. It will be your downfall, a downfall forever into a black pit of hatred, deceit, darkness and eventually... death.

Soulless dolls... beacause you are just... puppets. Puppets of your own self-doubt, hatred and foolishness. Puppets of your own personal darknesses. And that is where we are different. I may be granted life only by the remains of those I have torn asunder, but at least I am me. I am I. I am the I that I am. You people are just shadows of humanity, shades that desperately want to prove how much better you are than others, desperate to fit in on the Internet with the other elitist morons. Pitiful idolatry.

You've betrayed yourselves, and that is terrible.

I suppose you would be glad to have driven me off, somehow glad inside that you have crushed another. This again proves your sheer idiocy, as if you had any damn sense you would realise that even I know that I am watched by people who think like you do, you who laugh at me and despise me for how I think and act. At least they have the decency to leave me to my own devices. Maybe because even if they hate me and I have read some of the things they have said about me so I think they do, they know that if they did destroy me, my online soul, and the only place I feel I can truly express myself, that then I'd be gone, and who would they laugh and jeer at? But you people... you have not even that shred of dignity left to cover your hideous, malformed, tainted souls, turgid and bloated with thick, throbbing, coursing repugnance. And for that, I pity you.

11:13 pm: X___X
Where are all of these weird, mean people coming from? Why won't you leave me alone?

How dare you invade my livejournal!

12:21 am: Alone at last, but do I dare to dream?
Do you think it's possible to kill yourself with laxative pills?

12:15 am: The light... of twilight.
Just on the border of your waking mind: There lies another time; where darkness and light are one, and as you tread the halls of sanity, you feel so glad to be unable to go beyond. I have a message from another time...

The visions dancing in my mind
The early dawn, the shades of time
Twilight crawling through my windowpane
Am I awake or do I dream?
The strangest pictures I have seen
Night is day and twilight's gone away

With your head held high and your scarlet lies
You came down to me from the open skies
It's either real or it's a dream
There's nothing that is in between...

Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I gave you time to steal my mind
Away from me.

Across the night I saw your face
You disappeared without a trace
You brought me here, but can you take me back?
Inside the image of your light
That now is day and once was night
You lead me here and then you go away.

You brought me here, but can you take me back again?

With your head held high and your scarlet lies
You came down to me from the open skies

Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, I only meant to stay awhile
Twilight, Twilight, Twilight, Twilight.

Tags: contradictions, hate, lies, love, skies

02:08 pm: At last, an update.
Hello once more, my dear friends and readers. From the abyss I have returned, and with many tales to tell. Perhaps I shall share some of them here, perhaps not. Only time will tell.

Events in recent memory have been of a more magickal persuasion. On the very midnight release of the Harry Potter book, I found myself inexplicably drawn to Edinburgh's Princes Street. Dressed as my kin Hermione, whose soul usually sleeps but that night ran free, I danced and laughed in the crowd that waited with breath so very baited for entrance into the quaint book shop that would give us that magick book known as "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince".

It had been so long since I felt so free, so alive. It made me want to survive. With these people I felt I could be myself, that they were like-minded.

The night was warm, and young at only midnight, and gazing upon the dark castle that seemed to float above the city, I could see a single lit window gazing down upon us, and in that instant I knew that JK Rowling herself, the author of my heart, was watching us benevolently as we queued to get her latest work. It filled my heart with such gladness.

Sometimes mean people would come past and laugh and jeer at us for our dedication, but we were all, each and every one of us in that line, stalwart and dignified to the very last. Our love was stronger than their hate.

We all got our book that night, and many children and adults rushed to read it as quickly as possible, but not I. It sits atop my bookshelf, with all of the other Harry Potter books. I have never read it.

Why?

Why, because it would never compare to the bounty of my own imagination. The visions of darkness and light and beauty and resplendent splendour, I do not think they could be pinned so easily on paper. Perhaps I will read it one day, to see if the Hermione of my soul was done justice, but perhaps I shall leave it for now, as I must leave you now, dear friends. There is magick afoot, and I, a mere girl, must seek out the darkest shadows of Dùn Èideann and seek again to fill those dark souls with light.

Good day, friends, and good night.

05:06 am: These words are so true, to me.

06:02 am: Ah. Morning.

Completely brilliant.