What kind of Jedi is he? A poor one, he thinks. A Jedi is supposed to be ... at peace at all times; serene———— and Ben isn’t. In fact, he can hardly remember a time he was. And now, because he can’t sleep, he has nothing to do but sit and think about it.

He dreams... some nights, of a desert; frigid, though. The sky overseeing the barrens is dark, and all around he can see the ruins of something angry buried into the sand. All of its' protrusions: a thousand, thousand castles.

Boots are clean again... now back to his independent studies; alderaanian folklore is hardly of import to a jedi, so it took some convincing——— Something about being the ‘scribes of the galaxy’ seemed to appeal to his uncle’s sensibilities.

Hm.

/ planning on, like, a formal comeback with a new layout & pinned n stuff later.

/ Alright (shaking tin can), spare plots? I think I can come up with ideas for him and just about anyone, and I’ve got high muse.

/ anyway please write with me all i know how to do on my own is write depressing musings and vague dreams

miss my bald friend

He had another dream... it was——— harder to decipher than most. He couldn’t see anything, but there was a weight on his chest. Heavy stone, and splinters scratching at his arms. He smells ash.

Snoke says it’s not fair how the others treat him; that he sees the way they look at him. Like he’s something else.

why? hands are sweaty. and people stare at you. and judge. and say things when you aren’t there, and they lie, and make you wonder why they want to hold your hand at all? is it pity? is it a sick joke? why does everyone hate me