Kalamiko - The memoirs of a forgotten.

Kalamiko Fri Nov 26, 2010 3:56 pm

Entry 1

It's cold. Or is it just me? No, it's cold. I'm pretty sure it is, atleast. The snow keeps getting on the pages. I'm sitting beside my grave. Well, what was my grave. Or it still is. Not mine. But the other lady's. It's kind of a bitter-sweet reunion. I wonder what would happen if I died too? Maybe we'd be joint again. Or I should just get my mind swept anew. I can't believe I messed this up. I messed my whole life up. Why was I given a second chance? If I wanted to die the first time, what made me think I'd do better on a second go? .....Ah, well. Third times the charm, right?

.....Right?