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Not really sure if writing my thoughts down these days is wise or not but like it matters. I hardly think anyone's gonna take them seriously. I have an overactive imagination or whatever.

I've had a weird couples of days I tell ya. Near death experiences have nothing on what I've been through but I'm def not about to write about any of that. I think that Elliot guy would kick my arse. My life hasn't exactly turned out the way I thought it would. I pretty much died with no man and no kids. ****. No kids. I hadn't actually decided if I wanted any yet. Guess fate decided I took too long and made the decision for me. ***** Who is she to tell me I can't have kids? ******* whore.

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Right I'm somewhat calmer now. Over that outburst. He said this might happen. That my emotions would be out of whack at times but seriously. I'm only a day into this lifestyle and I feel like I have PMS. PMS for eternity? Man I really did get screwed. Fate lead me by the hand and then fucked me up the arse.

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You know what. Today might not be the best day to be writing stuff down. The rules have all changed. I'm more confused than a chameleon in a bag of Skittles. I mean what the hell? Really? Urgh. I'm just going to draw something instead. Gotta get rid of these thoughts somehow.[/size][/color][/font]



((Also on this page: Below today's entry, in the middle of the page, Skylar has drawn a tombstone, complete with desolate landscape, withering flowers and storm clouds. Written on the tombstone is; M. Y. Universe. Died when fantasy became reality. 08 / 10 / 2014. "Rules? I don't need no stinking rules!"))

Question: Is he still a sugar daddy if we aren't sleeping together? Should probably google that or something. Find the right word. Don't want to piss the new parental unit off so soon in our relationship. Though Elliot shouldn't go around wasting his money like that. But it's his money to waste I guess. I'll keep it for a rainy day... Like I do with my trust fund. Maybe I'll go mad, get some fake IDs made up or something. That could be good for a laugh. Though I'm not underage, so that could be kind of pointless. I have no idea when I'd actually use them. Hmm... Fake IDs are a bad idea. Best come up with a better plan.

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Okay gave it some thought. I could set myself up a studio. Dillon might actually listen to my ideas then. I really need to consider finding a new band though. Could form an all-girl band... Nah. That would be too commercial. Not to mention the hassle I'd have trying to find a female drummer. Urgh. I could just get rid of Dillon I guess but it's technically his band. Oh. Oh. I could make him my slave or whatever it was that Elliot was on about the other day. Yeah. That's more like it. I'll make him my *****. I don't know why I didn't think of that sooner. It's not like I've needed superpowers in the past to wind someone around my little finger. Dillon's so not gonna know what hit him. Ha! He’ll probably think I'm hitting on him. Yeah right. Though it might not hurt to let him think that for a while. At least until I get the hang of my new talents.

Need to make a real effort with that actually. I was chatting to some guy earlier when he suddenly got really confused. I know it was my fault but I have zero idea of what I said or did to bring it about. Could be pretty bad if I go around confusing people willy-nilly. Should probably ring Elliot. Good plan Skylar. I'm gonna go do that now before I get distracted and forget.[/size][/color][/font]



((Also on this page: Dotted around the page are a number of small drawings of cash and stacks of bills, mixed in with dollar signs. The main drawing appears to be a young man with his hands raised over his head as he tries to stop himself from being crushed by a giant stiletto heel.))

So I started that new diet today. It sounded easy enough. In theory. Only... Was there supposed to be that much blood? Aren't I supposed to grow like fangs or something? Maybe I wasn't all that hungry after all. Maybe Dillon just doesn't do it for me. Now there's a surprise. Not. I wasn't going to make him my first meal, only he pissed me off. Called me out on some girly crap. So I left my knickers over the bath to dry. Big deal. They were clean at least. They have to be hand washed. I don't know what his problem is. It's not like he hasn't been in them. What's so wrong about a couple of pairs of underwear being laid out to dry. It's not unhygienic if they're clean.



((Also on this page: A drawing of a guy drowning in a pile of knickers has been drawn in the bottom right hand corner of the page.))

This new life isn't really impressing me so far. In some ways it's like things have never changed. Shouldn't I be feeling all powerful or something? Shouldn't there be some new purpose in my life? Guess not. Guess this is life. Surviving. For eternity. And if that's my true purpose I'm fucked. I'm not a natural hunter. I don't even have fangs! I have to drink from a damn bag like a child. It's not even fresh. It's got chemicals in it and ****. I can taste the difference, even if I've only really fed once. Maybe once I figure out how to put Dillon under my control I can bleed him into a cup or something.

Urgh. Buffy flashbacks. Do I need to find an appropriately tacky mug, like the one Spike used? "Kiss the librarian." That was funny though. Can't imagine doing that myself. Maybe I'll class it up like the Master did and drink from a wine glass or something. It's really sad that my main point of reference for this stuff is frickin TV show. Should probably start asking Elliot more questions.

Speaking of. I need to find a way to connect to the guy. The ****** killed me. Okay so I'm not dead, dead. He saved me or whatever but seriously. What is this **** and why has it taken me several days to actually write this crap down.

It's not normal!!!

I'm not normal! Gah! I could go crazy just thinking about what's happened recently. Oh **** it. Full on meltdown coming. I can feel it. I'm going to go pick up my guitar and my song book, see if I can channel this... whatever it is, into something useful.



((Also on this page: The page is covered in random doodles, none of which are anything more than swirling patterns. The indentation the pen makes however, is much heavier than usual.))

I've had it with not knowing what's going on. And I can't keep asking Elliot. I'm going to drive him nuts. I think I'll start a thread on that site, see if anyone can offer their wisdom. They have to have more of a clue than me as to what all this is about.

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Hey! My idea worked better than expected. Even got a place or two to go out of it. Elliot really is making an effort to help me out. I should be a little more grateful maybe. Best work on bonding with him a little more. He seems the playful sort. He's like me. Just need to hope we don't clash too much... Be too similar or something. Things can go bad if we're alike in the wrong ways. Though I highly doubt that. I'd have to admit I have flaws then. Like parts of me I don't like. Shh brain. This is my world. I'm awesome. I rock. I'm not admitting anything.

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OMFG! That's about all I'm going to write on that. Other than to say. I met someone tonight and I'm in trouble. I can already feel it.[/size][/color][/font]



((Also on this page: The page is covered in a number of small drawings; records, elaborately drawn question marks, a couple of trophys but the most noticeable image is that of a heart with S & R in it.))

The people on that site seem real friendly. All willing to help and stuff. Not sure that surprises me. Maybe I was just expecting something more... well more. I dunno really. One of them claims to be the family *****. Guess we'll see. She doesn't come across that way in what she writes. There is one that worries me though. He mentioned owning an incinerator. Not sure I wanna meet that one alone in a dark alley.



((Also on this page: A drawing of her own family. The image looks to be a sort of photo that has been torn in two. Mother, father and son all stand together on one side and seem happy and content to be with one another. On the other half of the drawn image, is a girl, her arms folded as she glares at the rest of them.))

I think I may have found someone in this family I can relate too. Madison seems cool. We're bonding over Bowie. At least it seems that way to me. I'm kind of glad Elliot wanted a Bowie ringtone now. Space Oddity. Hmm.... Wonder if that really suits him? Guess I can always change it if I need too.



((Also on this page: A sketch of Bowie in a Ziggy Stardust style outfit.))

Ha! I knew I liked her. There aren't many that watched Labryrinth as a kid and didn't think Bowie was studly. He could have kept my brother if he'd made me that offer. What girl wouldn't want Jared? I'm half in love with him even now. I think Elliot lied though. I bet he did have a crush on Bowie as a boy. Bowie was kind for both sexes after all.

I really want to play the Labyrinth drinking game now. Should organise a night in with Elliot maybe. He didn't seem to react to what Madison and I were saying. He can drink with me at least. That would be fun. If he turns me down I'll get Russ and Dillon to join me. Best to wait for a night when Russ is about else I know exactly what will happen. And neither Dillon nor I want that I’m sure.

I kind of miss my sofa.



((Also on this page: A self portrait of Skylar covers the breadth of the page; she's curled up, sleeping on Dillon's sofa. A dream bubble over her head shows the image of Bowie's bulge in Labyrinth style pants.))