Turbulent night. I have to say, I prefer those. No matter just how frustrating they can be. They are, after all, never boring. Last night had a few too many fang-moments though.

I have to come to terms with what I saw and what I think I saw. I have to get this out of my head, so I can start thinking properly again.

What a strange and yet utterly interesting night. Curious though. Whilst I was alive nobody ever really lay a hand on me. Last night, however, I got slapped several times. I guess that should tell me something. Chiefly that I’m really not meant for physical harm.

The all-seeing eye. What a disturbing thought. Yet, haunting as it may be, up to now it’s not as bad as I feared it would be. Patience though, I will elaborate on that later.

This is odd. I barely get home and already I have a message from Jean, asking me to meet him some time soon. Says we need to talk. Says he’s worried.

Experience. That is what I came here for after all, didn’t I? Wanting to find new things. Wanting to find something that would put me to the test. A challange. Anything that gives someone who is bored with the world a new kick. Right? Right. I certainly got more than I bargained for. Part of […]

Things just can’t remain good old boring around here. Then again – that’s what made me stay here in the first place. So who am I to complain. Part of the hates it all. The other part loves it. Talk about conflict of interests.

God, those blasted headaches… Can somebody just kill me, please?

No matter how well-phrased, no matter how ill-conceived… My words were slow. Too slow to cause harm. But also too slow to provide help or support. Whatever follows now it stands to reason that I have failed her. Why, the prideful must finally pay his dues. There is only one way to make up for […]