Reading MelMel's journal

I laid it all out for her... And i couldnt stop her or myself.

We're unhealthily close and i worry. We're all we have and we're falling apart.

Rate this as you will... If you read it at all.

I have little hope, ambition or desire anymore... In any of lives.

This is goodnight.

-Mel.

Look at me! I'm a prostitute robot from the future!

Whoa! This sounds like a... I don't want to say what it sounds like... *shudders*

It is definitely a rather cryptic note. You have my attention. I have no desire to rate this, this sounds like someone who is absolutely miserable. If you want an ear to listen I am here, though I don't think you know me that well, so you probably won't take me up on it... but, all the same, if you want an ear, I'm here.

If you don't, then just consider that at least people do care. I like what little I know about you, and I am worried.

If mountain goats like living at high elevations, why do none live in high rise apartment buildings?