-Note-
I apologize for this, but there is a small mistake in my post on The
Actor I. In the second paragraph, 'guild' should be 'guilt'.


The uninformed actor does not know where to perform.

I pleaded and they ignored me. I apologized and they said, It's ok, just
don't do it again, stay as you are. As I am. I hate who I am.

I only want to be recognized, as someone more than that stupid little
girl. The cute one, the innocent one, the sexy one, the one who probably
doesn't even know any better.

I said, I can do better, let me try.
Ah, no.
I really can.
Ah, no. It's okay, you're fine as you are.

I am not fine.

So I've left. I act no more and now I shall write instead. I shall slap
them in the face with all the strength I have because I *can* be cruel,
I *can* be pissed, I am not my said persona. You see? I am not that
girl.

I would have been happy with only a minor character, as long as she had
some respect, some importance. I wanted only in return for what I gave.
And look where it got me. Back to my desert.

Ah well, I never didn't like my desert. Though it does feel nice to be
needed, once in awhile.


-Ydachikachishiroul Skar'Akai-

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Miraman, in the year 318 AF.