Saturday, November 6th, 2010
September 10, 2001
What feels like (and in reality must certainly be approaching) centuries of study has left me with no answer. I do not know what I am. Every medical and biological test comes back normal. Every physics investigation leads nowhere. I am on the verge of giving up. My frustration is…extreme.
Tomorrow the planes hit. I stopped them, two times ago; but bin Laden nuked DC and Riyadh using warheads smuggled out of Kazakhstan. It’s not always like that…sometimes when I help, it really helps; but sometimes I only make things worse.
I’ll fake the shock and sadness well enough to blend in with everyone. Living your life again and again makes you good at faking things. But I won’t be feigning the rage, and I won’t be dissuaded from enlisting on the 12th. I don’t care if I die; the best case scenario, in my book, is that I really die and stop coming back. None of this matters anymore, so it’s time to just do whatever the hell I want.