Thank you all for your comments don't be shy to say it sucks though, I don't bite (often). So here's an update nice and quickly (by my standards). Enjoy (I hope).
~*Skaye

Jan 13th

Dear Diary, I'm worse than I thought. Hang it, I'm worse than Lucy was. She always used to be the one to daydream about men constantly, not me. Today I spent almost an hour at work thinking about Dorian of all people. What on earth is wrong with me? I kept thinking about his arguments, his mind, all of him, even his annoying little habit of raising one eyebrow at me like I'm an insolent child. I need to get out of here. The last thing I need is another man, another relationship, another little spell of getting inside someone else's life, gutting them and leaving them to bleed. Such is the life of a vampyre. I ruin others' lives. Mind you, with Dorian Grey that may be no bad thing, he is a spoiled fiend and he could probably use a little bleeding. No. Enough of those thoughts. I will not do this. I don't need it, I don't want it. Do I? Another bloody (pardon the pun) indecisive ending.