9th August 2007

People are celebrating today. The noise is unbearable. I have not met up with my master for a very, very long time and I do not know what she is doing. The days when I awake at sunset to find her browsing through my library had long gone, and I feel alone as ever. I sometimes wish I could find someone like me. Maybe I have but she is nothing like me. I feel myself getting weaker as I lack what I need. The butcher gives me abnormal glances when I ask for the leftover blood, and it is disgusting. It tastes cold and bitter and thick, unlike what I am used to. Examinations are coming and I cannot care less. Live and let live.