*The writing is quite neat, in black ink, with the I's bubbled.*

So. A fresh page in a book. Someone told me I should keep a diary, with all my thoughts and to keep track of what happens as I adjust to my new life. So I thought, I'd give it a bash!

I've been in Hathian a few months now and it's had some great memories. And some god awful shit. I suppose I should talk about it? Well, me and my swedish best mate Alex hit Hathian, and almost crapped our pants in fear, seriously. I come from a shithole, but this took the biscuit! Anyway, we somehow ended up over at Black Bottom, and enrolled in Human Spirituality at CU, yeah, crock of shit, but, we wanted a degree in something.

One of the best things to happen to me since being in Hathian, was finding SIK. I would have been completely lost without my sisters. They mean the world to me, and are my family. Anywho, things were going good, studying and working in the Bronze, until some godawful fat fuck decides he wanted to attack me. Yeah, it should have been reported, but for certain reasons, one's I won't write down incase this diary is read, I never did.

So yeah, I went back to England, with Greg, and got my head together, and came back feeling somewhat, refreshed. I came back a different person. I didn't feel so much of a doormat, and I was more assertive. Unfortunately, a couple of days after I got back I erm, kinda stabbed someone. But, it's okay and was justified. The voices told me he would get me first. So, I got in there first, see, I am assertive these days! Greg also clarified everything in my head, he is a stupidly clever pixie at times, if not just a little camp.

Unfortunately though I did get locked up. For the night. I didn't get bail until early in the morning from Blossom, who had the worst news waiting for me. Buffy had died, in some fire? I still don't even know all the details, and I can't get my head around it at all. Buffy was one of my first friends, who I ended up loving to bits and would do anything for. I admired and respected her, and to be honest, I felt lost without her. Who fucking wouldn't? She's the Slayer! Was...Anyway, I'm carrying around extra garlic with me these days. I miss ya Buffy, even though I don't act like it, and won't tell anyone, I'm always missing ya, so much, that I even heard you yesterday! It was quite bizare actually, I was having a drink with this guy, and she warned me away from him, told me he was an Incubus. Well, I dunno if it's just one of my other voices taking the piss out of me, but it brought me some form of comfort.

I can't even vocalise my feelings on it in here. This emotional constipation that hits us Yorkshire girls can be quite infuriating, but, still. Anyway, I've wrote enough, me hand hurts and Greg is fast asleep looking so damn cute. He is the prettiest blue colour, with amazingly cute wings. I need to stick a picture of him in here incase he ever leaves me. I'll sort that later. I need to go make a few phone calls and send out some texts, to the SIK girls, obviously, they are buggered up about this, and, I need to keep me head on. For once.