Listening to loud music again, seems to drown out those silences and the thoughts I don't feel like facing.

Settling into the new house. It's called the Chapel. We share it with a few ghosts of sorts, but they've remained friendly enough.

Was stormy last night, the roof was rattling and I couldnt sleep. My posters are watching me and their eyes are dead.

Curse has been moody, sitting in a corner and holding his sheep teddy, refusing to relax in the new house. I've noticed that he's getting vainer. Strange resin boy.

There's a broken rainbow in the sky, and everything else is grey. I think it will rain again soon.

I'm longing to do something, get out from the house and be free, do something that will make a difference, change something, help someone, something. Maybe tomorrow? Maybe not.

God this journal looks weird. My sentance structure has cracked. Maybe I'm tired?

That is all for now. I may write a normaller entry soon. So long and goodnight, Mizu xx