Dear Bob,

Writing is hard.

Why aren't we all doing iBob entries? It makes sense. No more torn, wet, damaged, blood soaked pages that are under constant threat of being read by anyone who shouldn't be reading them... I might suggest it to Ron.

That is if I see him again.

(fyi-gone missing on way to secret kasha hideout)

You may notice a date jump. Why? No the pages aren't damaged, I just haven't been around to do it. I was serious at the end of my last entry, I did disappear into the civilian world. I went to college, I did normal things with my human boyfriend and I came back.

Really, all I was doing was running away. Seeing Logan in the hospital after that night, I didn't want to deal with it. With us. It was the final push I needed for Rom to make it all go away, but my 'new life' was a bandaid. Underneath it, the sore was there, growing, deepening; getting infected with my hatred and denial.

Logan found me, with CJ & Jord. Their return was like ripping that bandaid right off and gave the wound the ability to breath. To heal.

I'm not Ailin. I suck at analogies. Like Logan! That glorified animal activist called me a train wreck; jerk. You wanna know what other jerky stuff he's done since being back in my life? I wish I could write it all out, but writing is hard!! I think I might just type this out and convince Ron it's better this way.

But while I'm here, he keeps saying love and I love you - and I just can't say it back! Maybe because last time I thought we had 'something' was when shit hit the fan? This is all as hard as writing!

It's definitely more difficult to read now than it was this time last year... Getting loopy and more scrawly than print.

Anyway, I'm currently hiding out with a vampire, a tracker and a snake demon who is demanding brown bubble water, otherwise known as cola, like a four year old wanting dessert before dinner.

Oh and if that wasn't fun enough, we're now in an underground... That hasn't been used in well, it's been a while! Stupid vampire needing to hide from the sun!

I really hate my life sometimes!

Elise Bunting

(Optimistic Pessimist)