I dreamed again last night. Same dream as before.
I wish Dea would come back.
I have made no progress on the journal yet. I am beginning to doubt any breakthrough is possible. Maybe it really is gibberish.
I haven't seen It (I'm not calling It Him anymore, that's dumb) since my last post. ATM I'm torn between wanting to stay until Christmas to say goodbye to my family and friends and wanting to go now now now to protect them from It.
I don't want to fight. I'd be no good at it.
Ugh. Some new club has been recruiting lately. It's impossible to go from one street to another without seeing one of their posters. 'Join THE TREEHUGGERS CLUB!' No seriously, that's their name. I'm not joking. It is the lamest.
James has joined it. I kinda expected it, given his love of all things green.
Not long ago, I might have joined. But I've kind of lost my appreciation of trees since.