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((OoC: It's official. I have to return to Cal State Fullerton in 8 days. Damn.))

After stealing the home of one of my friends, I began to do things of the FLCL nature. It felt very good, and I was never cold again.

However, the question continues to weigh on my mind as if a sack of rotten cow testicles were bundled up in a giant trash bag and hung around my neck.

"When does everything start coming together?"

and

"Will it all be worth it?"

I don't know the answer to the most basic questions of life. Men have always wondered the very same things I wonder since the beginning of time. And now it feels like I'm being told to ignore them, or being told that they're not important. A multitude of religions were invented for the sole purpose of answering questions like these, and providing a pathway to the true meaning of life.

But I can't accept this, for some strange reason. I wander around in Barton Town scheming to get gold, or looking for my friends, if they're there. I even have someone I cherish. I have the clothes of an outlaw, and I have a dark spirit to ward away noobs. I can even speak nonsensical Spanish as a defense against people I don't want to talk to.

Yet it has already ended for me. And everyone else, for that matter. Now I have to leave this world and return to the land of death, full of questions, doubts, insecurities, and worst of all, bitterness.

At least I know that "I still got it."