Winter

The cold of winter could never match that of my glacial soul. The frostbite that stops me from feeling anything at all. What other explanation is there? The algor is killing me, it must be. Even my dreams are brumal. If I ignite a coruscating flame upon tomorrow's relic will I be able to feel again?
-CadyJP

I Don't Know What to Say...

I don't know what I should say, or maybe I do - I'm not sure. I was sick this morning so I slept until I was back to how I should have been all along, but I wasn't - or maybe I was. My school had a snow day so my sister, Chelsea, was home. So I took a shower, and then saw my psychologist. We talked about trying to connect how I feel with how I act. She believes that my separation from who I really am might be causing my hallucinations. That the people are there to bring me back to myself, but I suspect something quite more.....sinister. On a different note, my attempts to contact Casey Calvert have failed so far, but I haven't been doing everything I could be so I will continue to try. I'm entirely indecisive about whether I believe necromancy is wrong. Of course you are an uninterested bystander, am I right? You could care less about contacting the dead, correct? Oh well, it doesn't matter.....it was never worth it anyway, I don't deserve to be here - so why should you care about me? Which is EXACTLY why you don't! This is worthless...
CadyJP