So many things still just feel like they don't matter. Guess the bottom line is that I'm tired of having to cope. Maybe I never could, I just found ways around it. My parents, Aunt Jenna, Alaric, John.. Isobel.. everyone who's ever died because of me--I mean, where does the loss ever stop? You connect with people, then suddenly they're gone. Doesn't matter if they'll live forever. I thought that made Stefan safe, but that only proved how good I was at ignoring how I wanted to feel. And here.. Jeremy, Caroline, Damon.. they're all gone, too. They could be dead back home, and I'm too much of a coward to find out for myself. Poor little Elena, can't handle her own emotions. Makes sense that I shut them off when I was a vampire, even if it hadn't been my choice. Sometimes the easy way out is the only way out. At least then I was making everyone too angry to even care to ask me if I'm okay when I'm not.
It'll get better though. No other place to go but up. And at least, for now, I have some people here that care about me. I need to focus on that.
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So, in the spirit of furthering change.. I need a new wardrobe. Having a job definitely helps cushion the pockets. Anyone down for a little spree?
And before anyone (who knows) thinks to ask: yes, I'm okay. I just want new clothes. No big deal.