I was going to write a blog post, but I thought it would just be easier to insert a page from my diary:
I hope I am able to share all of my thoughts with you, as I have never truly shared my deepest, most personal thoughts. Except for the fact that I say a lot of weird stuff on the internet for people to read, but with you there will be even deeper personal thoughts. I wonder if I’ll ever put this on the internet. That would be really defeating. I mean, people aren’t supposed to read others’ diaries. Even if it was just some little girl or something, those thoughts weren’t meant to be read. Just putting it out there.
I’ll begin from the very instant I began writing in you. See, Lickitung and myself are running from this crazy person named Mr. Psychic, who want me dead. A long time ago, months even, I may have made my Pinser chop off his hand in some sort of drug-addled rage which has been blocked from my memory. Oh, I also stole a whole backpack full of drugs from him and probably put him out of business. You know, now that I say it out loud it kind of sounds like I’m the wrong-doer here. But really he shouldn’t harbor such grudges against people, it’s unhealthy.
The attic that we are in is not a very good place. The one wall slopes in, following the top of the roof, and the other walls---- There is not a lot of room to move around, and if we feel like getting up and going about, we have to duck our heads to avoid bumping them. At first we simply tried to spend most of our time in bed, but the shop keeper living below us said that we were creeping him out with our noise. There is little to do the pass the time, and we cannot raise our voices, for fear of drawing attention.
When we are able to leave this place and run to another land, I think I should like to help pokémon there. You see, I saved this Eevee from a cruel existence, and it was just really exciting to me; helping people, that is the greatest joy one can bring. Maybe I’ve been wrong in the past by being so self-obsessed and into just my problems. True happiness must lie in others. How wonderful is it that nobody has to wait a single moment to improve the world.
Earlier today somebody came into the shop, and Lickitung and I had to cling up in the corner and be very quiet. Each step and word were drowned out by the blood pumping through my ears, and we sat for many hours after the noise stopped. But I cannot let this get me down. There is so much beauty around you and be happy, diary, but many do not seek it.
In spite of everything, I must believe that people are good at heart. I simply cannot make a foundation for my hopes on perplexity, sadness and death.
There is a noise downstairs. I have to go, Trainer Andrew ♂
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