Karma has logged in - 12:08pm

Truth is that I didn't really know how to respond earlier. She knows who I am. Anything I could or would say ordinarily would be picked up by her. I need to know how Karma would respond. What he would say.

I should have known it was too easy convincing her to help.

Did they consider their victims as people? I wonder.

Yet, again another person who thinks shortsightedly.

What's with this moral superiority? As if she's any better. She's the one who agreed to helping. She agreed to help. And now she suddenly has a problem with what is happening. She should have known. No she admitted that she knew. If that's the case, then who gave her the right to think she was morally superior. I do not know how to respond to her. On one hand I am playing a persona. On the other hand I have to keep her in check somehow. I have barely gotten started with what I planned.

Heart racing. Is this nervousness? Am I anxious? Or excited? I don't know what I am feeling right now. There is a compicated set of dull emotions beginning to bubble up to the surface. At first I was agitated, but that faded as soon as I began to write. Is this who Karma is? And if this is Karma. Then who am I? What lies just beneath the surface? I have always felt this emptiness. This quiet nothing. Sometimes things stir it awake and it becomes a loud something. Is this the loud something that sleeps inside of me?