Fred is the only one out of all these idiots that I can stand to be around for more than 2 seconds. Maybe that's because she's that only one who seems to care that I may be in pain here. Maybe this is Hell I am in now, fearing what's to come of myself, the not knowing.
My mind is always on the Slayer, my Slayers. I wonder how she is, what's she up to. That's hell in itself. I would like at times to feel nothing of her in my soul, but mostly feeling her is all that gets me through this. I rather not be here now if I couldn't feel her in my heart. But at the same time it's hell, fucking bloody hell. Fuck I'm talking to myself again, well nothing else to do..ghost don't sleep.