Ya know, one minute I feel like being nice to people I've hated for so very long.

The next minute, I want to draw them being ripped apart by wolves, and not starving wolves. Perfectly fit wolves that went out of their way to track that person down and kill them as brutally and irrationally at they could, not caring to eat the disgusting, foul-tasting remains.

No one reads these Journals anyway. I've pretty much lost everyone that, I thought, were my friends. Alllll because of one person going all, "SOMEONEWASMEANTOME--sobcrysobemowhore--"

Maybe that's why I get so very mad.

But at least it showed me who my real friends were. Kasu and Thunder. And they're all I need.