If ever there was a reason to watch Angel, this is it.

Every time I watch this, I want the series in German.

As I said I would

It's done, I told him, and he's gone.

And what remains of the ring is broken and tarnished.

And now, I just have to keep going.

I won't exactly miss him, not anymore. Mourn is perhaps a better word, because the person who I relied on started to die before we broke up. And now... I knew he would only react. That's it, then.

Have pity on the man who shows rare emotion, for he will not know how to read it on another's face, nor how to show it for them to read - therefore it is easy to lie to him and very difficult to confide in him.

Have pity on me, because that is the man whose face I searched for something to hold on to, finding nothing.

What to do

There are so many stories crawling over my brain - moments, scenes of fear and loss and despair, and those strange points of hope and faith that play their outline. The full tale is not something I could ever just speak.

I don't really believe I will ever have children, but I think, by now, my mind and thoughts are worth saving. I have a wealth of knowledge about ideals and what makes them or breaks them. I intend to preserve it, slowly, by writing.

But for it to ever be read, I need to either become a better poet or a more dedicated writer of fiction. So this is the task that will fill the rest of my life.

To tell my thoughts in a way that will have impact.