to.Gabriel // Morgan's Journal

[Morgan Evans]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=margin-left: 10px;]Fuck, this is the first page. What do I write? I'm not a natural at this crap at all. AT ALL. but I got this journal... it sounded like a good idea when I walked into the store. Getting one, I mean. gah, what do I do. address it...? That's how it works in movies, anyway. Pretend the journal is... a person. Or something. Something like that. Okay I guess I can do it. . . . . actually no that's kinda retarded. Might as well write letters to someone I REALLY wanna talk to than pretend this is that person. I can do that. Fine. [/style]

[Morgan Evans]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=margin-left: 10px;]I've been to the Dream World dozens of times by now. I guess that's something you expect already. Still, I feel like stating it. I actually have a rival now, though! It's awesome, right? Met him at the fountain when I was trying to wash off Nightmare blood. Oh yeah, I do that now too. I fight Nightmares with my powers. But... then I guess that's another thing you expect. You did leave the gauntlets to me, after all. Why wouldn't I use em? Anyway, he said he was a prince. But then he said he wasn't, that he was on a business trip or something. He was definitely a klutz, though, no lie about that. He fell into the weird purple water in there and it made him kinda crazy. Enough to attack me. He sobered up after I got the first hit in and owned him, then he asked me for a real fight. That was awesome. He's got this power to make shockwaves with his hands. He made the ground shake, turned a bag of glass into a grenade, punched down some trees-- fuckin' awesome. But, you know me, I'm just MORE awesome. I beat him. He tired himself out, and I got wrecked by one of his shockwaves, but I won. That makes us official rivals, I think? He didn't say no to it when I said something about it, so I guess so. We were pretty messed up when we got out of the Dream World, though. Ended up at the Contract Cafe. People tried to help us but.. dunno, I felt sick. Sicker than normal. Maybe it was my powers acting up or something. Dream World shenanigans. ... Uh... I kind of... thought I saw you. I mean, maybe I did or I didn't. Not sure. Could've been me seeing things. But I could've sworn you were there! Or maybe I was just tired. Pretty stupid. I don't need a reminder about how much I miss you. I'm already writing this. Whatever. I'll just stop. Maybe keep going when I'm in a better mood. My ribs are starting to hurt again. [/style]