Where to start - I've had this real fucked up week, you see. If it couldn't get any worse, the dreams have returned and it's like binge watching myself fuck up over and over and over. It goes through flashbacks of being alive in 1864, to my life as a vampire. I'm the monster, or the anti-hero maybe. Stefan and Elena are together, while I'm busy trying to free Katherine from a tomb, and trying to seduce Elena away from said brother. Sorry, bro. I did almost burn to death in a building, but I'm a survivor. I've also slept my way around Mystic Falls, taking a few lives along the way. Yeah, those are my dreams. This is ... my future, or a version of me, and you know what? I understand him. I see myself in him.
So...
Last week was rough, and I've been an exceptional asshole. Elena and I split up, and it hurt, and I lash out and I know it, but I hurt people that I didn't mean to catch in the crossfire. So, I am falling on my own sword. It doesn't happen often.
If you have had the unfortunate experience of actually having any sort of conversation with me, I was in rare form - not a good one.
I'm taking some advice someone gave me. (Miracles occur. Don't go on about it.) I guess I have to try. I've got a long future - or something like that, all things considered.