The pain in my ribs, the ability to only be able to take in very small amounts of breath is becoming a concern for me. It feels like it is settling more into my chest. So, if I suddenly go MIA, that is why.

Does she know how much I care about her? I want her ta go ta school, or even get her G.E.D., I'd help her study. Even if all she does is take language lessons with us? I want her ta be cared for, loved, protected, understood. The clean, fruity scent of her hair drives me insane. Sometimes, I smell the same kind of shampoo on Faith and I want to run to her house and give her a kiss. I could cuddle with her all night long, just wrap her in me arms and hold her next ta me heart. Feel her hot breath on my neck, feel the flutter of her heart next to mine, the small, warm reassuring hands on my back. I want to wrap her in my arms and snog her senseless. I hope she understands this...with each and every word, action. The truth of it all.

Blood and stakes and neither of them can we put on a fuckin' grill fer dinner! God, how the fuck am I gunna convince my brother of this shyte? I better go buy extra Guinness and a gallon jug of Buschmill's. Plus, we are supposed ta move in with one of Xander's friend's. Names Faith. I hope she's fuckin' hot? Make Connor a lot more agreeable ta things.