And I don't mind, if it's me you need to turn to

[The writing is very shaky, with a teardrop smudging the ink here or there. The top of the page has a few half-formed letters, as though he attempted to start writing more than once, but had to stop. He is, of course, referring to events in this log, and is in the midst of having a bit of a nervous breakdown.]

i couldn't save them

i couldn't

i'm useless

spike and ghost were captured...

i couldn't do anything to help them

i ran away like a fucking coward

i'm useless, i'm useless

[[OOC ETA: There's LOTS of foul language in the comments. Viewer discretion is advised. :D]]

ow

ow

ow

it hurts to live :(

i think i had way too much to drink last night because i woke up in strange clothes and have a massive headache and all i wanna do is lie in bed with a pair of sunglasses on

er, cle, i seem to remember you bringing me home so if you really did thanks for that...

ow ow ow

}:) I feel cunning.

Also, Spike said that if I wanted to I could call him a huge jerkwad for falsely accusing me of glittering his stuff, but I won't, since it's no big deal...

...oh, wait, I just did, didn't I?

Anyway, it really looks like someone DID glitter our stuff on purpose- seriously, who was it? I'm not mad, I think it's kinda funny and if you want to prank someone that's pretty low on the list of harmful and crappy. I'm not gonna make accusations, though, just hope that whoever did it comes forward.

Ah, ah, if anyone's looking for me I'm just going to be hiding under my bed and staying in my happy place all day because I woke up and had the urge to sing and the first words out of my mouth...

Well, never mind what I sang, the point is it was really embarrassing and Spike almost hit me before he embarrassed himself just as much and then he gagged himself and went off to buy notebooks for us to write in.

;_;

[[OOC: Because I like being mean to my kids, the first words out of Brooklyn's mouth were...
"I don't want anybody else
When I think about you
I touch myself"

And Spike retaliated,
"Dirty babe
You see these shackles?
Baby I'm your slave"]]

[The writing is a little untidy, but still very readable. And yes, he does actually write out happy faces- he's just that kind of person.]

A journal that can talk to everyone is probably the COOLEST thing I've ever heard of. ^_^ Well, I'm sure I'll find out more cool things eventually seeing as how I was just born and haven't had too many cool things to see yet, but for now, this is.

I'm Brooklyn, though I suppose you should shorten it to Brook or Brookie or Lyn or... Ook if you really wanted to. I kept hearing the word "bridge" in my dream so it seemed like a natural thing to call myself. Everyone here has a dream, right? Mine was really colorful. Everything around me is colorful still, and I could've sworn I saw flashes of other people the first time I touched my journal. Huh.

Drake says I need to find a job soon, and I can't wait to see what there is and get one. And I can't wait to meet people.

Hi! Hello! How is everyone? ^_^