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I hate that I want to get more about people that I know I shouldn't want to get to know and I can't because they're not here.

I hate the witch that cursed my brother, and I am sick of hearing about good and evil.

I really wish my sister was here so we could speak about my love life.

All this truth telling, and all I want to say is let's have a party.

I want to have a party, life can be rubbish here, but we are stuck and all dropping inner thoughts like swatting flies, that is something American's say right?

So, uh party.

Oh, and I hate this place for taking too many people away.

This place can get really boring. The endless coming and goings and comings and goings and shit.

Seriously, it gets boring. Still better than the other side.

So, I died in my world.

This is what it feels like to know what happens in the future life somewhere else. I finally had someone tell me they'd seen me and yeah. That sucks. Thanks random person that I don't know.

Sometimes I want a dog, I mean I know I'm a vet and see animals all day long, but I want my own dog.

Nick, we should get a dog.

I really feel like nachos and having a flash back to college days.

I was drunk.

I was driving.

I didn't even check if she was okay...

Oh thank goddess! I was sure that this place was real and not a hallucination.

Catty? Catty, are you here?

Magic portals.

Or it's a dream.

I haven't quite decided yet.

Bloody hell.

I am not going to confess every little thing I have done wrong in my life no matter how much I desperately want to.

Unless someone buys me enough alcohol.

I wouldn't ask if it wasn't completely necessary or if I hadn't been too shell-shocked to think of asking the simplest of my many questions while the welcome wagon was handing out clothes and answers but Is there an Adrian Ivashkov here? could anyone point me in the direction of some coffee? I'm Sydney, new here. And I could almost literally eat a horse right now. Hello.

Wow, great. An all-expense paid trip to Maine. Just what I always wanted- said no one ever.

So am I really supposed to buy this crazy bull shit they told me? Or is this some kind of weird kidnapping thing? Because if you're looking for ransom money, you're kidding yourself if you think Nathan Ivashkov is coughing up the big $$$ just to get me back. You guys might be stuck with me for a while.

But, hey, thanks for the apartment all the same. I guess I'll go find that now.

I'm Adrian, by the way.