Dear diary,
I'm am not a believer, people are born, they grow old and then they die, that's the world we live in. There's no magic, no mystic ism, no immortality. There's nothing that defies rational thought. People are suppose to say who they say they are and not lie or hide their true selves. Its not possible. I'm not a believer. I can't be. But how can I deny what's right in front of me? Someone who never grows old. Never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can not be explain. Girls bitten. Bodies drain of blood.
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ElenasGilbert
13:22 Jan 24 2014
^^10^^
LoxxyDarkmatter
21:28 Jan 24 2014
Nice :)