[greek swim]

It was late, well past midnight, so technically it would be Wednesday. But the small girl didn’t consider it the next day until she had slept. And she wasn’t sleeping. She knew she wouldn’t be sleeping as she listened to the door open and Persephone left to visit Hades. She had tried to pass the time by listing to her Rosetta Stone, but the Greek could only mollified her for a short period of time before she took off her headphones with a sigh and grabbed her journal.

Perhaps she could find solace within the pages. Knowing that she would not be able to find solace within this moral life.

The Rosetta Stone is helping, it would seem that my brain was hardwired for Greek because it is incredibly easy to learn. I have started to look for jobs around the area. I have an interview at this occult bookstore later this week. Pretty sure I’ll get it, especially since my Greek is improving with every CD I listen to.

She sighed.

Full discloser? Fine. It hurts, and I can hardly stand it. Every moment since I have realized the truth should have been amazing and yet my heart is black and heavy. Feeling all of those ancient feeling again? Who asked for that? Felling them fresh and new, no one wants to be reminded of the pain that they where forced to endure for eternity. Sure, yes, then I was able to overcome it. But now, I have to do it all over again. It decidedly sucks.

Check Please.

I was happier when I was mortal and crazy.