It's been one and a half hours of me holding on to this pen, just attempting to properly vent out everything inside me. It might actually help. Elena was the one who gave me the idea, and though I've tried to shut her completely out of my mind and heart, I decided to try it. With the pen in my hand, I continue writing.

I've been wandering for 50 years already. I decided to give myself more self-respect, and to stop revolving my afterlife around my brother's. When I left Mystic Falls, I told myself that I have to start "living" for myself. I fell in love, and what has happened before just happened again. It just hurts like hell. How can she choose Stefan, after everything I've done for her? If only she knew how hard it was for me to actually let her in. She was the only one I trusted.

I don't want to sound gay, but I'm starting over. Starting now, I, Damon Salvatore, will not kill anyone. That's my first step. I'm 17 years old (I think I can pull tha

The plane ride starting becoming rough and bumpy, so I closed the journal and put my pen in my pocket.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your pilot. We have just arrived at our final destination, Camaden County Airport, in Berlin, New Jersey. The time and date is 9:23 am, August 6, 2100. In behalf of the crew and the cabin, we thank you for flying with us."