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Things are still complicated. Sometimes I really do miss my old life where I just went to the shop everyday and hoped I’d get enough customers to keep the door open. The smell of the dust and clicking of all those clocks, it was my sanctuary and my prison.
I hurt Elle. I didn’t mean to, but she wanted more from me than I can give. I don’t know if I’ll ever be what she needs. Hell I don’t know if I’ll ever be what I need. Hopefully she understands where I’m coming from.
Seeking some advice I sought out Nathan and Peter. They aren’t my brothers, and they have no reason to speak to me. But Nathan did. He listened to my problems with having a relationship, and he seemed to think I was making the right decisions. Not like Nathan Petrelli is the poster boy for healthy relationships, but having another guy to talk to really helped.
God I wish Angela hadn’t been lying to me. Of all the games they played with my feelings, that’s the one that hurts the most, mostly because I wanted it to be true. Then I’d have a real family instead of my psychotic father and the emotional cripple who I thought was my dad. I say my real father’s psychotic because I don’t think he knows the difference between right at wrong. He’s not like me.
I know the difference. I really do, but when I’m Sylar I don’t care.
I told Nathan about the blackmail. He thinks it’s someone in middle management while I think it’s a grunt in the Company. Either way it all leads back to some Company drone fucking with me. Claire doesn’t think they know how dangerous I can be, but after sending me the pictures of Sylar’s kills how can they not know? Claire is introducing me to one of her professors. The woman is a profiler, and Claire thinks she might be able to help.
The blackmailer hasn’t called back. No new notes have been shoved under my door.
Are you paranoid if they are all out to get you?
I hurt Elle. I didn’t mean to, but she wanted more from me than I can give. I don’t know if I’ll ever be what she needs. Hell I don’t know if I’ll ever be what I need. Hopefully she understands where I’m coming from.
Seeking some advice I sought out Nathan and Peter. They aren’t my brothers, and they have no reason to speak to me. But Nathan did. He listened to my problems with having a relationship, and he seemed to think I was making the right decisions. Not like Nathan Petrelli is the poster boy for healthy relationships, but having another guy to talk to really helped.
God I wish Angela hadn’t been lying to me. Of all the games they played with my feelings, that’s the one that hurts the most, mostly because I wanted it to be true. Then I’d have a real family instead of my psychotic father and the emotional cripple who I thought was my dad. I say my real father’s psychotic because I don’t think he knows the difference between right at wrong. He’s not like me.
I know the difference. I really do, but when I’m Sylar I don’t care.
I told Nathan about the blackmail. He thinks it’s someone in middle management while I think it’s a grunt in the Company. Either way it all leads back to some Company drone fucking with me. Claire doesn’t think they know how dangerous I can be, but after sending me the pictures of Sylar’s kills how can they not know? Claire is introducing me to one of her professors. The woman is a profiler, and Claire thinks she might be able to help.
The blackmailer hasn’t called back. No new notes have been shoved under my door.
Are you paranoid if they are all out to get you?
