Jojo over heaven

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My writing has gotten a bit emotional, so even though I am writing this
on the same day as the previous entry, I will shift to a new page here.
Even now that over one hundred years have passed, it seems surprising
for my anger not to have awakened that day.
Though thinking back, one could say that on that day one hundred years
ago, my determination was, in a way, still developing.--- At any rate, I
successfully "took" this body from none other than him.
I had failed in capturing the Joestar family's fortune, but "took"
something even greater than that from Jonathan.
Jonathan Joestar's life.
You could say I took everything from him.
My goal had been fulfilled.
I accomplished it.
But in that situation, I had no felt no sensation that I had succeeded---
Just like when I killed my father. I felt only a meaningless, tasteless, insipid,
feeling of despondency.
Once I've taken it, I start to think, "Why did I want this?
I feel I could say that about anything.
Sometimes I may be prone to putting the cart before the horse, or
perhaps my goal may be becoming the act of taking itself.
Perhaps it is because of my, and my father's, inability to tolerate others
having which we do not is how we became "takers"--- and just began to take and
take.
That must be it.
And even if not, it does not matter.
While I didn't want to become a "giver" like my foolish mother even if it
killed me, I absolutely never wanted to become a carefree "inheritor" like
Jonathan.
Nobly and with pride, I wanted to continue being a "taker