You wanna come in and have coffee with my parents and newborn and a human ice maker?
Dear diary, I’m not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That’s the world we live in, 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`t be explained, girls bitten and bodies drained of blood.
Ironically, he’s recently become one of the more stable people in my life