It's cold in the dark scape.

I mentioned that before. Well, the point still stands. I feel frigid. The dark scape seems to have gotten even darker. I guess all the lights are going out again. We tried to redo them, but Remus can only summon things that are twisted or broken. And, well, summoning things for me is easier outside of the dark scape.

I've felt, bad...? Recently. Just thinking. Thinking to how things used to be, I sound like Virgil. All mopey and pessimistic. Even Remus pointed that out, to which I promptly shut him up. Virgil, doesn't need to be mentioned. He left us, and since Patton and Roman are so set on having this divide. He isn't one of us anymore, at all. He won't come back and that's it.

All that needs to be said.

And there was another gust of cold air. Again. It's cold. I try to keep my room as warm as possible. But my heat lamp is going to break soon, I can just tell. That will be just wonderful. Who knows Remus may break it, actually, he tends to open my door and throw things inside just to cause havoc. I'm used to that at this point however.

It's so strange, how some days I can wish for nothing but silence, and other days the silence is so upsetting that I purposefully will either go to Remus, to listen to him speak. Or I will go to the door to the light scape. To hear their laughter and commotion. Roman's laugh is the loudest, Patton's sounds the happiest, even when I know he isn't. Logan's is rare and quiet. Virgil's has changed.

This is actually helping me a bit. Though it's hard not to reminisce. I don't want to anymore. I did at first and now I don't. Because my mind keeps going back to...

Whatever, it doesn't matter. The point is. Reminiscing, only tends to hurt. So I need to avoid that right now. Not that I'm hurt. Of course not. I'm fine.