I have heard and repeated the common sentiment that writing a journal for oneself is a therapeutic act. It both encourages reflection and provides the chance to move beyond the traumatic events of one's past. I have even kept a few vague accounts of my own to compensate for my lack of true friends confidants, but for fear of its consequences I have never written my true thoughts in a discoverable manner. The potential fallout would be something I was unsure I could withstand, back then. I was and still am afraid of being alone rejected, but my views have shifted slightly. Some time ago I showed someone the real me, in so much as I am capable of showing it with my limited experience. I told him what I had done, showed him how deeply my flaws went.
Despite how I view myself, he refused to judge me. For the first time in so long I was able to talk to someone without any lies or misdirection. I could speak without being afraid of losing everything. He just sat and listened, offering me the comfort he believed I needed. I think it was a moment of healing.
So, with that said, let me begin this Journal now, in earnest.
The name I poses is that of Valette Montelione, third child of the mainline noble Aphrosi lineage. Younger sister of Lady Mephisto, elder of Lord Rapheal.
Seventeen years ago to the day, I killed their sister and claimed her future as my own.
Despite how I view myself, he refused to judge me. For the first time in so long I was able to talk to someone without any lies or misdirection. I could speak without being afraid of losing everything. He just sat and listened, offering me the comfort he believed I needed. I think it was a moment of healing.
So, with that said, let me begin this Journal now, in earnest.
The name I poses is that of Valette Montelione, third child of the mainline noble Aphrosi lineage. Younger sister of Lady Mephisto, elder of Lord Rapheal.
Seventeen years ago to the day, I killed their sister and claimed her future as my own.
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