Lizzie's journal

[Lizzie Lovental]

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This place is weird. People around me are nice, but i can't understand how to communicate with them. Regardless of them thinking they are somethin' special, something more than ordinary people, they are just the same and it seems to me that only becayse they have some special powers, they refuse to believe so.

I have no friends here, although I've spent three years studying in this place. I like it here, but I am not at peace: I am not myself and I am haunted with my "illness". I keep stealing and there is nothing to be done about it. During the one month holiday I have spent at least two weeks with a doctor who has given her best to make me abandon this habit, but it appears that there is nothing one can do about it.

On a positive note, I can control my abilities more than in the past, although evidently I am not yet able to delete the whole background from my body after i blend in somewhere. And yet I feel that I am coming close to achieving my goal...