Dear Diary,

I knew something was wrong. Ivy had walked in and told me she met some of my friends. I wanted to believe it was a mistake. No one here knew me. I wanted it to be a misunderstanding, but the look on her face and the feeling in my stomach told me a different story. Right then Enzo came walking through my door. I could have handled just him, but he wasn't alone. Caroline came walking in right behind. Seeing her, the person I knew I had hurt the most, triggered the memories I had tried so desperately to bury.

Back home Elena was having Alaric wipe her memories of Damon. She needed to get over him too, and if this was the only way I guess I'd have to be okay with that. I overheard Caroline on the phone telling Ric that Elena had fallen in love with Damon when she was with me. I knew it was true, but that didn't stop it from hurting any less. After the awkward dinner, that I'd rather forget, and that I didn't think the night could get any worse. That's where I was wrong.

Caroline found out I didn't listen to her messages. The hurt on her face made me want to comfort her, but I knew she was too mad. She walked out and I knew I should have followed, but I let her go. When Enzo finally woke up (yeah, I kind of snapped his neck) he left without a word. I thought they had left. Then Enzo came storming back in angry that I had made Caroline cry, and honestly I was mad at myself. Long story short he killed Ivy. No, I didn't love her. I did care about her and it was my fault she was murdered. Everything always seems to be my fault, but I will get revenge.