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Violet Baudelaire ([personal profile] signedlefthanded) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-05-01 09:20 pm
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[She's up on the roof, speaking to her journal with several books around her, a notebook, and several components to something she's working on. Only she's struggling. There's something she's got to get off her chest.]

I've been doing a lot of thinking since I returned. I suppose it means something when you realize your parents were just as flawed as you. Even if they are now dead, and you'd wish to preserve their memory. They were loving and were good to us. I suppose I can't ask for anything else. We never wanted, and I know they loved each other.

I may never know why they did what they did, especially if I'm stuck here. But I suppose that isn't really the point. You live, you die, and hopefully you leave some imprint on someone. And in the meantime? You deal as best as you can, taking the consequences in stride. It makes me wonder about the nature of good and evil.

Everyone ends up doing terrible things, and as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions. All I can do is own up to mine.

ooc: open to action on the roof as well.

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