Day EIGHTY THREE : Final day in hell

Day Eighty Three : March 26, 2010 : Friday

What was I saying the other day? I can't do it! I can't just not care about myself. So what if people aren't complaining about me??? I want a bloody identity so I'm going to figure myself out even if it means I die! (Here's hoping it wouldn't actually happen).

I'm eating an orange right now, so I feel pretty much sane, yes. I gathered enough energy to walk again (limply, but no one cares, right?). I'm not going to talk to any Sunians in groups. But then again, I asked that one Sunian and he punched me. Gosh, what is the problem here? Do they all naturally hate travellers? I mean, PFF! I'm an Apollonian! I'm the son of a SUN God. Why do you hate me? Don't you feel any connections? Vibes? Anything?

So now I'm here in a cheap restaurant, holding an ice-pack to my eye (I actually found ice here!). That retard. If I see that Sunian around, I'm going to thwong him!

Okay. So back to me. Let's do this one by one, hm? When did this identity crises start? Where?
Well, it might've started when I was 6 years old. I mean, a lot happened, right? Starting from that horrifying crash. I remember living somewhere dark until I turned 7. It was horrible there, I couldn't move freely. And that's when my mother's business somewhere frequented. I was always alone.
When I got out of there, I felt extremely happy. I loved anyone and everyone when I got back to Apollo, and I was just thankful.

And then Jupiter happened. Maybe that's where my identity broke down. I was really confused, then.
sigghhhhh....

This is my last day in here, which means I only have another week before this screwed up journey ends. Cool. But what do I do? This is really crappy... I mean, I'm spending the last day in a cheap restaurant with an icepack up my eye.

Oh well. BFD.