Kenton -- panther -- alone again
I feel like I somehow helped humanity. I know, shocking. Me, helping anyone? Why do I even care about other people? They don't care about me. Well, truth be told, it wasn't too bad. She probably would died if I hadn't broken her fall. The word 'caught' is too far-stretched. She landed on me, end of story. I think my rib cage got squished inwards. Thank-you momentum and gravity for all of that. Force is a cruel thing.
So, here I am, sitting in a tree, alone again. Maybe I'll do some more hunting. End of entry.
He sighed, put the book away and leaned back, closing his eye. What good did it do, writing down such minute and unimportant details of his lonely life? Not much, since he wasn't emotional enough tow rite down how he felt. It was something he was working on, getting emotions out instead of keeping them all inside to mix and bake into some weird cake.
I'm a mess, he thought, admitting it to himself as he drifted off to sleep.