I’m not sure if I’m
depressed. I mean, I’m not exactly sad.
But I’m not
exactly happy either. I can laugh and joke and
smile during the
day, but sometimes when I’m alone at
night I forget how to
feel.
I just know
I’m running. Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a
thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die. And always, there’s the
Doctor. Always I’m running to save the Doctor. Again and again and
again. And he hardly ever hears me. But I’ve always been there. Right
from the very beginning. Right from the day he started running.
clara oswald