Reading Briste's journal

No yo puedo parecer entender. Why? Mi ojos cristalinos son numb. Why is that? Yo start a pensar... that maybe it wasn't ment to be? Mi ojos cristalinos son numb. Quizás mi ojos son ment ser embotados.

¿Por qué soy choosen? ¿Para mi ojos cristalinos? I am begining to think for it is. My eyes are different from yours. I see things that do not include in this world. I wish to be free..

I like to think that all thoughts are ment.. not to be. Yo débil, si. I wish that I was good enough for my father. I wish I was good enough for my mother. I don't bother anymore, what's the point?

¿Deseo? Eso es muerto. For I desire is all that I need, but what I desire is death for me. Mi deseo es muerto. I come to think from time to time. I just live on

My unworthy death is what keeps me going, maybe one day I will recive it. I guess I'll live on.

Let me turn into my zero

In the night, I hear your cries.

Briste, my dear NAO comrade. Why so black? It pains me to read

I wish that I was good enough for my father. I wish I was good enough for my mother...

For I desire is all that I need, but what I desire is death for me...

My unworthy death is what keeps me going, maybe one day I will recive it.

I wish I had some way to help you lighten up and not be so very hard on yourself.

I did not vote for Bush!, ChefPB