bright light city

Being in Vegas I can deal with. Being dead I can deal with. The random desire to sing for an entire day is pushing it.

For the record, I did not sing earlier. That was not me. And even if it were me, I would not sing Michael Jackson.

I'm bored.

Another day has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never said goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did you have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did love slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

But you are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But you are not alone

Michael Jackson - You Are Not Alone

I doubt the sudden influx of people bodes well for us all being returned where we belong.

I'm sick of these sleepless nights. I'm getting too restless.

It is not easy looking like a crazy girl.

What is the meaning of this? Does somebody have a deathwish? Because I can assure you that a death sentence is what you will receive for bringing me here against my will. Release me immediately and remove your mark.

[EDIT: Filtered to Vampires, Werewolves, Shapeshifters, other supernatural beings.]
I've not been here five minutes and I've scented you. I kindly remind you that my separation from my family does not negate their rule over our kind. Tell me your names and your standing with the Volturi.

So...2009 huh? Does that mean I get to say I'm 23 again?