Lucien, I am not well. As you can probably tell from the scattered thoughts I have put shape to with my pen. I am not well at all. I am sad and angry beyond belief. I am finally learning what it is truly like to live among the human race.
Hate is an ugly, ugly thing.
And I never really saw it until today. I knew it existed in my mind, in my head. But I never felt it in my heart. Like a silver knife piercing my very soul, it hurts. I saw a woman, no larger than myself, beaten because of the color of her skin.