Currently listening to Octavia Sperati, which may have some weight on my words. I have not felt the need to have a journal up until this point. I imagine that my Alice has her reasons in reality for not being able to come onto Gaia at least once a week hell, once a month even to send her love to me. I have not her number, so I cannot bother her there. That goes to say simply, after all this time...I am truly over Alice, over ALL Alice's, they are all the same now, flouncy bit of blue fluffs that tease and break hearts. That doesn't go to say that I am over myself however, your favorite Hatter...or perhaps most despised, or not favorite...whatever...no matter how beside the point, will still be around. In the market maybe, but I dont know. I never felt I would reach this point, actually being dismayed over women... are they all the same? Let me tell you 'Solicitude' by Octavia Sperati is very lamenting, which again may display my words as they are. I wonder if maybe my dapper sense of cheerful optimism like Drag Queen Hatter Hightopp (no connection to the actual player on Gaia, but the character itself) would be more befitting of the likeable stature. But I cannot be false to my true nature, I am every bit of grotesque as you can see, every vile fiber of my skinny being is what I am, take it or leave it...I have been wisened to the truths (cue 'My name is Silence' by Madder Mortem) I AM the Mad Hatter, in his Maddest and rawest of forms, holding nothing back. So, to close off the end of the discussion, I am done with Alice's unless something exceptional comes around, I am glaring at the time on my computer, because I have an hour before work, my room is a gazillion degrees and the carpets are wet...Thank you for listening, or not...have a wonderful day =) -Hatter Vincent Tetch
