It's me against the world, and the world is winning.
I'm scared. Really scared. Everything's changing and slipping away. My dreams are darker. I can hardly write. School is the only thing that can get my mind off of this. Work. My friends are drifting away. Rumors are beinging to fly. My writing is becoming less and less. Less than a page each day. I am paler and weaker. I don't want to eat. Step and Valkyrie are really all I have, but I hardly see them. I cannot brave this storm. You'd think that an Angel would have helped me by now. Darius would have come. But I deserve no such thing as in my book. I will be alone and unloved forever. I am scared. Hold me. Comfort me. Help me.........