( journal post | șɵʟɵ )

9 / 26 / 13

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What am I doing?

I mean, what am I doing in this academy? Am I learning what I need to learn, or what the curriculum deems "necessary?" Are these mathematical equations going to help me in the heat of battle? Die, witch-eater scum! ..... As soon as I figure out how to algebraically destroy you! Perhaps if my magical focus was math...

No, it's blood. Disgusting blood, the thing my body needs to function. What sort of ill fate has led me to this point? Couldn't be fire magic, no, couldn't be water or time or space, or... math, even, it had to be blood. Better than feces, I suppose. I'm sure there are witches out there who have the most disgusting powers and wish they didn't. I assume I would live a life free of magic, were that the cause.

And then... no, you're not even a witch, you bumbling, awkward fool! Majin, you're scum. You're what your kind hunt. Blackhearts want you dead, Cerberus Knights want you dead! Everyone will want a piece of you once they know. Just keep it inside, don't eat any hearts, stay away from powerful, magically-inclined people, and...

... and you'll be fine, won't you?

I feel as if I need some sort of anxiety relief.