August Rush's Log Entries

I think I'm getting use to writing down everything into this log book. It was odd at first, though still a little now, but I used to write a whole lot back on Earth.

Don't treat this place as a planet just yet. You don't know what it is.

Back home, I wrote almost constantly; Anything to everything about everything to anything. Except about myself. I never wrote about myself. I never wrote about a certain event or personalized a certain character that might have resembled myself. I had tried it before, and I felt very uncomfortable. It seemed weird describing how I felt and writing about what I had done that day. Maybe that's why I didn't want to start this log in the first place. But now, seeming that I've grown quite accustomed to it, I think I fancy it.

Or maybe, perhaps it's Twilight? She was the one who pushed you on writing this. She was the one who edged you on. But, why? Why did you succumb to her wishes? Why did you do as she said?

I don't know...

You're full of it... You know exactly why, don't you?

Enlighten me.

Now, now; Let us not get testy...

I do not know what you mean! So what if Twilight said I should keep this? So what if Twilight expects me to write in it? What of it?

Don't you find it odd that you have now written about yourself? For this mare? Even though, clearly you had just stated you felt uncomfortable about it? Don't you feel that she...

And after a few days of doing so, 'as i have clearly stated', that I now, have grown accustomed to it?

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Fine. Let me just say one final thing: If you continue to ignore the problem, to just push it aside into the shadows, it will come back to haunt you. It will bite at you, gnaw at your self-being; it will be the 'itch you cannot scratch'. It will drive you insane. Everything you perceive will be blurred. Your memories will evaporate, leaving you with nothing to hold onto. And until you solve this problem; until you see the truth within you, no matter how harsh and cruel it may be, then, and only then, will you be free...

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I..........I don't... I don't feel like writing anymore...