Welcome to the play-by-play of my life, part three. In barely a year, I managed to fill two entire journals- and by the time it's official I'll have to repeat sophomore year, I'm sure this'll be half full.
It's funny how my life only got interesting after I started writing. Maybe if I stop, I'll go back to normal life. But, I think I might be addicted. Even on nights where I did nothing all day, I see my journal and all of a sudden I just have this itch to write something.
If you missed parts one and two, they can pretty much be summed up by: Supernaturals are real things that exist, I can't escape them and the horrors they bring along with them, and, in the words of Damon Salvatore, I'm a dick-starved whore.
With that said, future Gilbert, I hope you're healthy and happy.
Forever Yours, (Faithfully)
Jeremy Gilbert
P.S I thought maybe I should mention how part two is actually a third Damon Salvatore's journal, since he basically compelled away my free will for a while. Anyway, enjoy and try not to judge me too hard.