I haven't written for a while. Things have been hectic. There was an incident, I best not say what exactly in case anyone is actually reading this, but it was something that happened in 2015 and we had to go forward to sort it out.
Well, it was my fault. Things went wrong. Horribly wrong and Liam and some other kids got sent back...I mean way back in time. It's all okay now. They're back. Everyone is where they should be and stuff, but it's damaged Liam. The travel, it's damaged him and I feel so guilty about this.
He's been sick and he looks so pale. Sal's worried about him too. Sometimes I wish I didn't choose this. Sometimes I just wish I'd gone down with that plane in 2010. It would have been quick and terrifying but it would all be over now. I'd be dead. And maybe if there is something after death I'd be doing that instead of doing this.
Sorry. I feel crap and I realise I'm rambling.
I just can't do this job. I don't know what I'm doing half the time, and I apparently have the fate of the world in my hands! It's living with the knowledge that one little mistake I might make could kill billions of people. That's crazy that I'm in charge! Who's freaking bright idea was that?
Like I say, I'm rambling. Enough already.