1st November 2007

The witches came out, and they put charms on me. Curses for good or for bad I do not know, but I shall see. Today, I did not feel. And today, I did not look deep. I found an irritable urge to tear myself apart, to rip myself limb from limb, to shred every inch of my being. I would have, if not for master who stopped me just as I was about to kill myself. She told me, I was already dead. Master has saved me many times, and I am grateful, undyingly thankful that she is there to guide me. For without a guide, I am as blind as a bat, even when I do not choose to transform into one. Perhaps one day I will be free to have a sire to call my own. Until then, goodnight.