Find happiness in the smallest things... like heroin.

Well, the flights are booked, and the trip is set. I am moving back to victoria on the 19th of this month, and getting back into absolute work. Dad is getting depressed but I tell  him if I can't work, I can't pay back the cunts I owe money too...and I owe Knight a birthday present. Hopefully I will have more to talk to you guys about. It feels good to know I can start working again. Also, it is my birthday soon, so that should be fun. As a present to all my readers, I am going to post a new chapter. I know I should be getting these out faster, and I am so very sorry. I am having issues with writers block.

Over the week, I have been having some...less than wanted dreams. I mean, they were like a nightmare, but I wasn't afraid. I was hanging from a brick wall and some demonic creature was removing my organs. I realised it was a dream, and called Alice in to talk. We had a chat about stuff, and the demon got angry. He told me to pay attention when he was killing me, and I told him to mind his own fucking buisness, I was talking to my friend. He started to have a bitch and Alice back handed him. I laughed and melted myself off the wall, healing myself up and went for a walk with her.

Nicole has been having some troubles and she has been coming to me about them like a good friend should. She now worries she is making me upset by telling me this stuff, and I tell her it's fine. I like helping her out, and if it makes her happy, I'm happy. It just adds more points in my favour when I start working again and I get angry at her or not even speak to her. I'm still here for her, and she better know it.

That's me for tonight. I have been your Angel for this evening.