Week. I am to week. I want to be strong like evaryone else is. I want to be strong in my hart. I see evaryone around me, they are all strong.
I fought with a man in the Dojo today. He wantid to spar with me. He had a cruel grin on him when I rolled up my sleeves. He thot I did not notice that smile he had. But I did. I notice things like that. I always notice things like that. He smiled in a way that ramindid me of sumone... I can not put my fingar on it. I can not ramembar who it is.
That man, he thot I woud be eezee. I coud tell. Evarytime I kicked him he lookt surprized, like I had nuthin but luck. He hit me once, on my foot. That made me angry and I stopped going eezee on him. I hatid that stupid smile on his face. It was full of meaniss. Full of... something. I do not no the word. Arroginss mebbe.
I need to go and buy a niss dress fer Bjar's thing. I need to look nice. Mebbe they will have sumthing nice fer me. Mebbe they will at leest have sumthing that fits me. I want to be pretty fer Bjar, I want to be pretty and raspectfal.
Balor Guide me, Melchior Fergive me.
Posted by Tzoli at June 10, 2005 02:48 PM