Marisol’s Sketchbook: Entry 2

Entry # 2
[[File:698BC49E-CF67-46C5-9C9F-91EE83483C17.jpeg|thumb|220x220px|A psychedelic dream or nightmare? Who knows. Although, this is the brightest drawing in the sketch book to date. Seems like the owner finally got ahold of some pigments, aside from red and the normal muted blues within their work. Or, perhaps they have had them all long and has finally decided to incorporate something new.

]] The handwriting on the back of the drawing transitions in intensity, just as the emotions themselves were pouring out onto the paper.

Date: (Night after the party)
''Yup, fucker definitely came here to ruin a good night. First let’s me stab him and then gets pissed. Talk about mental. Oh, and don’t let me get started with the self righteous act! ''

''What the fuck is up with this group and there psychoanalyzing bull shit. First it was that incompetent goblin child, then that ridiculously overly emotional bard, the fucking captain who I was just starting to warm up to, and this fucker. I don’t even know if K (which why the fuck doesn’t he just use his full name...I might as well start calling him letters of the alphabet) is the most aware of the bunch, or the fucking team idiot..Maybe I’m biased cause he did just throw me a SHIT TON of money...never mind ..definitely the team idiot. ''

Ugh gods, I don’t fucking need them to save me from myself! We all have our fucking cages and not everyone can just “talk” it out. plus...I will be saved of all of this sooner or later. True freedom is just a couple of dead bodies away and a promise from her....I’ve already been saved once technically. Real freedom will be granted, I trust that much. And, I will continue in this current cage-hunting and serving her till my final end. No one said I had to fucking play nice and enjoy it.

Speaking of freedom though and I guess joy, I can’t believe we’re going to expand the columbarium! I might not be free, but the money sure makes for a tolerable cage. I’m truly learning from the best asshole around. Cheers Mr. Hurst, fucking cheers!