Willow
Dread Wolf, Kindred, Eturnal Hunter
Alright I once swore I would never keep a diary.
People are complicated.. and Tie begged me to leave some sort of dairy. She said, it will be to remember me by when I die. I wonder who has been giving her those cheery thoughts..
So what wonderfulness do I open my first dairy journal with..
Dating.. The dreaded D word.
So they say experience is the best teacher, but you come out of that dojo all bruised and hurt. I find I can learn a lot just by watching other people fall over and get all scraped up. Yes.. it sounds cold on paper, they ARE my friends. I just wish I could help, but no amount of natures fury will change anything going on while I'm here grounded.
So.. observations. If I ever Date.. before I die a horrible death or become a monster.
If I go missing, my man had better be alerting the national guard, deploying helicopters and paying every seer in a fifty mile radius to look for me.
Also, if I am pushing people away.. going back to that dark place. He had better be there with flowers, anything to keep me from getting lost in the silence.
Anyways.. lesson of the day.
I am -Not- ready for dating.
4.2.15