I'm really worried about Orlando being Chieftain. The guy is a jerk and I don't know what he's going to do to us.

Fuck.

I need chocolate.

Man, Brandon got me books, gadgets, and tools! Not to mention he baked me a cake to go along with it.

*crazy grin*

Maybe I can get his permission to go to see Vin and we can start up book swap. Like a library but only better because Vin's got some of the best books.

*mutters quietly in his sleep*

*rolls over*

*mutters more, steadily growing louder*

*whimpers*

*starts to pant*

*thrashes on the bed*

*tucks the poem that Brandon gave me into my journal*

He wrote me a poem. And then he gave it to me.

He gave it to me.

My Citizen wrote me a poem.

Brandon wrote me a poem.

I don't know if I should laugh or cry.

I think I'll do both.

*kicks my pants off last and curls up underneath the blankets on Brandon's bed*

*takes a few deep breaths and waits for Brandon*

So I told Brandon about what happened in my past. I can't believe I fucking did that. He probably thinks I'm some sort of, I dunno, fuckin idiot or something ( Read more... )

Whenever Brandon and I spend a lot of time together kissing, he always ends up retreating to the bathroom. I don't even need to go put my ear up against the door to know what he's doing. He could use me for his own pleasure, but he doesn't. I just don't understand why he won't talk to me about what's going on.

*fixes some baked ziti for dinner*

*tries not to eat any as I wait for Brandon to get home*

Yeah, ok, my contract got bought. And the funniest thing of all is that I actually like the guy. He seems pretty nice and yeah. I'm confused as all fuck. He says he might even take me over to Chris later.

Every day is a trial. I want out of here! I do not want to be a 'serve. I hate it. I hate doing whatever someone else wants me to do and if I ever get the chance, I'm going to Haven.