Oh Look, I'm Trying...
Posted: 18 Apr 2014, 15:08
April 18th, 2014OOC wrote: This is written in the form of an internet blog that no one except those that Madison gives explicit access to can take this information IC....which means no one unless stated later on.
So...here goes I guess.
Made this blog completely private. Well, as private as it seems they'll let you make a blog. But there's not a goddamn person on this planet that I'll put on this reader list and I'm hoping that the amount of hoops I jumped through will keep any hackers from tracking this down. Last thing I need is some Masquerade-Is-The-Only-Way-To-Live jerkoff reading this and using it as a reason to send me on a vacation back to no-man's land.
Talked to Lan a few hours ago or so now. It was awkward.
I'm sick of hearing "If I could....but I can't..."
Ninety-nine percent of the time that really means "but I won't" or "I don't feel like trying".
I don't even know why I even bother with him sometimes.
Maybe because he's the only one that hasn't broken my trust....that I know about.
Or because he's the only one who calls me, as few and far between as that is. Or stops to talk to me if he happens to pass by me wherever he is.
Not that I do either of those things for much of anyone except maybe Alex.
I guess I shouldn't say he's the only one who does those things. Alex does.
What I should say is he's the only member of d'Artois who gives half a ****.
And that's really what it is. Half a ****.
Don't get me wrong. I like Lan. Most of the time. I really do. But sometimes it's like he lives in a world with blinders on. As long as he can see the world through his rose tinted glasses and ignore all the ugliness and ********, that's all that matters.
He seems to have forgotten the time he got all up in arms that no one would help me when Tytonidae was hunting me and then when he had the chance to do something, he flaked.
But that seems to be the case with most vampires I meet. All bravado and nothing to back it up unless they can get enough of their friends to outnumber the person challenging them.
I'm failing to see how this writing **** was supposed to make me happier.
If anything it just makes me want to stab something more.
Maybe it'll take a few more posts to get to what's really wrong with me.
I doubt it.
I haven't kept a journal since I was like twelve.
It's just something for someone to find and use against you.
Not that people in this town need actual evidence or facts to mark you as an enemy.
I thought Harper Rock was a ****-hole when I was alive.
It's even worse now that I'm a vampire.
And I can't even get high.
This is ********.
What the **** am I going to title this thing?
I really should have gone with a paper journal and just burned the pages after writing them.