Okay, I am about ready to have a meltdown of epic proportions. Why? Well, I'll tell you why. I can't pull together a SUPER EVIL PLAN for The Curious Case of Christina. I can't seem to write a chapter for In The Jungle and worst of all *inhales* I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE FOR THERE IS A TOWN!
So, I have decided to write a diary entry for Christina in hopes it would help. Because I need help. I've been pulling my hair out over these stories for a few days now. At this rate I'll need a wig.
So, here we have an entry for Another Girlfriend Problem. Enjoy. Please leave a review.
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I Can't believe I let my emotions take over like that. I feel so bad just thinking about it. It all happened so quickly. There was chanting and clapping and they were demanding magic. When I twisted their words they continued and I lost it. So, mow they're trapped in a pretty good replica of a Transylvanian forest while I cool down in the mountains. It's so cold up here but I like it. Up here no one wants to see me do magic. No one wants to see me bring songs to life which I will admit is my specialty as I spent many, many times cheering up Draculaura and Sibella when they were younger. I generally enjoy doing it but when they demanded that I do it at every single meal it sucked the fun right out of it/ still, I am sorry that they had to see me lose my temper.
I hate losing my temper. Whenever it happens bad things follow. Wicked, spiteful things that sometimes would put Maleficent to shame I'm afraid to admit. That's why I journal in the first place it helps me sort through my feelings and find the root of the problem. So does baking or should I say stress baking. That's what Draculaura calls it. Because whenever my nerves got out of whack before a big test I would bake. I am thankful we have that professional kitchen at home. When you find me in the kitchen I usually have three things going at the same time. After everything is said and done we have enough treats to last two months unless Shaggy gets ahold of them.
Oh, My goodness. Shaggy! He saw me totally EXPLODE. That's never happened. Okay, yes, he's seen what happens when I'm tightly wound but he's never seen me do anything like this. He's never had to endure the window shattering, mirror cracking explosion of anger that sometimes happens. Oh, my goodness I feel worse than I did when I came up here and I highly doubt building a snowman is going to help.
I have got to get back to that school find Shaggy and apologize for my actions right away.
Christina.
