Author's Note: So I'm not yet sure how often I will actually update, but I have a feeling I'll be more likely to complete a fanfiction story if I try to dedicate some sort of time commitment to it. I'll think about it and see what I decide. Anyways, I decided to write a second chapter and feel it's worthy of publication in its current state... so please enjoy (hopefully you'll like it).

Jeremy's Journal: Entry #2

I'm here. I'm here. I can barely believe it.

I mean, I wouldn't be here if Elena didn't compel my good grades and all, but I feel like I deserve my place here as much as anyone. Maybe even more so. How many people have seen the crazy supernatural side and came back? How many people have died and came back to tell the tale?

Witches and vampires and werewolves... it's amazing that there are any humans alive when you think about it.

I should probably keep the "crazy talk" to a minimum, though, if I actually want to follow my plan of moving on from all this. So I will.

I have a roommate. His name is Mark. He seems so normal, it's almost gratifying. Of course, I can't help it but look over my shoulder every once in a while, but I think that's normal for me. I mean, how many times have I met someone normal and yet I learn that they are truly and utterly crazy? I'm starting to think that maybe someone not being suspicious makes them a million times more suspicious than anyone else.

Still, I'm fairly certain Mark is normal. He has to be. He did stay up fairly late last night, but I did too. It probably would have been more weird if we went to sleep at a normal hour - we are University students afterall.

Also, I don't think someone with supernatural ties would be so chill and greet you with "What's up?" for the first time as if we've been best buddies forever. It all could be part of some act, but I can't spend the rest of my life thinking everyone I meet just might happen to be something supernatural. For one thing, I'd be absolutely paranoid. The more important thing about that mindset is I'm scared that I would quite literally lose my mind. I don't even know how I haven't managed to... even Elena managed to turn off her humanity once. To be fair, that was because I had died...

Mark just asked me what I was writing... It's hard not to be chill around him, even if I feel utterly terrible.

"Dude, I was just thinking about how messed up life can be."

Mark just nodded. I like how he didn't say that he understood, because that would be almost impossibly difficult. His nod made me feel more gracious about my messed up life, though.

So, I guess to recap: I've moved into my dorm, have a fairly normal roommate named Mark that I highly doubt will try to kill me, and the start of the semester is tomorrow.

I hope everything will go as planned.