13 June 1997
I doubt that anyone will ever read this. Or that any of us will make it out of Sunnydale alive. The only real reason we've lasted this long is that it's not in the vampires' interest to destroy the town outright. They keep us scared and scattered and helpless, but they don't kill so many as to wipe us out. We're animals to them.
And absurdly, life goes on. The last staff meeting of the school year was today. Principal Flutie is as dedicated to providing education as ever. Jenny and I spent the entire time writing notes to each other on ways to simplify her protections, to make them more manageable. With the schools empty, she'll be able to rest more. She still hasn't recovered from the curse entirely. I sometimes want to inquire after her eating habits, but she'd probably consider that too familiar.
I find myself fantasizing about Sunnydale being a normal town, and Jenny and I being normal colleagues. As if "normal" had ever been a possibility for either of us. If I weren't a Watcher, and her people hadn't cursed a vampire, and we'd met by chance, and somehow learned to not hate each other... or maybe if the Master simply hadn't risen... I'd like to think that there's some possible reality in which we might've been happy.