see you later, innovater.

[Daileh Few]

mood: confused.
eating: brainssss.
listening to: arctic monkeys.

What the hell do I do? Mort keeps spewing shit about how he 'loves' me and I just sit there like an idiot. Meanwhile, he's still fucking with any piece of tail he can find and I have no idea what I'm suppose to do. I can't tell if he means it or if I'm another one of the ones he's fucking with.

I sort of doubt I am though--he knows I'd kill him.

And Ezra's a dick. It must be true that all demon's are heartless. Mort, Ezra, myself, probably Jackson, no doubt my father. How else does one explain it?
He's going to break up with Sammii soon. He's got no reason to and he fails to see why that's a horrible thing. For some reason, I know it's horrible, I just don't know why.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: lost.
eating: tangy tangerine.
listening to: r. spektor.

• I miss Ezra.
  
• Apparently Mort loves me.
  
• Sammii's upset--why do I care? I never have before. I have the urge to make him stop being sad.
  
• Also, I wanna kill Ezra.
  
• I need faith in people right now. He's not helping.
  
• I haven't seen Jackson in ages.
  
• I should talk to Kjara again. She's helpful.
  
  To do list:
  
• Off that Cara girl.
  
• Get Jay out of the picture.
  
• Hold out for about ten days.
  
• Mort.
  
• Fix Ezra.

PS: Ten days. No sex. Not even Sinny and T. Where the hell does one go about buying a vibrator in these God forbidden mountains?
I doubt WalMart has them.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: adored.
eating: shit.
listening to: lordi.

• Mort got me a pet snake. I named it Wake. I don't really know if it's a boy or a girl, but I keep calling it a he. He likes mice. And gold fish. But like, the fish. Not the cracker. I like him. I let him sleep on my pillow.
  
• Ezra is still an ass. Jackson's suicidal and likes Ezra.
  
• Winterthorne is gay. Quite literally.
  
• I think KJ's my friend now. It's weird.
  
• I still need to kill Cara. Really. Gonna kill the bitch.
  
• I think Mort and I are like, official. I don't know. Fuck.
  

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[Daileh Few]

mood: loved.
eating: baby carrots.
listening to: the hives.

I have a boyfriend. An honest to god, serious boyfriend. It's so freaky. And I don't mean one of those boyfriends where I tell them they're my boyfriend just to make them happy and get them to shut up--like Gambol. Or one of those ones that I call my boyfriend to my parents face just so I can get away with fucking him--like Sin.
Yeah, it's weird.
I still need to find that journal of his. I want proof, dammit, then maybe I can fuck him. I'm like, unable to--trust issues I guess. I hate it.

Oh, and apparently Mort has no heart. And for a while, neither did Ezra. Mort took his, temporarily, then gave it back. Don't know what to think about that. On the one hand, he took Ezra's heart, and you just don't do that. You just don't fuck with my friends. But on the other hand, he sorta did it for me. But it hurt too much, so he gave it back. I wish I had it so easy.
He gave it back. And I guess Sammi and Ez are back together. I knew something was wrong.

Speaking of apathy, Julia sent me another three hundred bucks. Good to know she's still wrapped just as tightly around my finger as ever before. So is Michael, I'm sure. Gotta love them adopted parents. Hello new coat.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: horny.
eating: carrot.
listening to: project iago.

I fucked Mort.
It was really really nice. Really. Why the hell did I wait so long? I wanna do it again. Also, I said I loved him in the midst of it. I think it was the first time too. I got this fuzzy feeling in the middle of it too. In the middle of saying I loved him, not the sex. I adored it.

But, more importantly, everything is going haywire.

Jackson's fucking Tia. Tia's gonna kill Kira (whoever she is). Kira's flirting with Jackson. Jackson and Ezra aren't like, talking. Ezra's planning on killing Asher and Jackson and plotting to break Tia and Jackson up. Confused yet? Just wait. I told Ezra I'd help kill Asher, but not Jackson, and I'd help break J/T up, but I don't really plan on it. And I have to help him hide the fact that he killed Kael from Sammi. (Who, for some reason, is in the hospital--haven't worked that part out yet.)

Here's where shit gets messy:

• I got mad at Parker.
  
• Parker and Mort got in a fight. Parker wound up going to the hospital.
  
• I still wanna kill Cara, so I made a deal with Kaden. He keeps Cara away from Mort, I protect Parker in exchange.
  
• So today he got Cara in some illusion-y forest thing.
  
• It's come down to do what I say or I'll be killing Parker myself.
  
• In short: Kaden's wrapped around my finger.

Mort still hasn't given me his journal. Maybe I should just trade journal for journal.

So Mort, if you ever read this, you're a dick head. I love you.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: angry.
eating: sugar cubes.
listening to: rolling stones.

So I took this picture of Mort and I on my phone and sent it to that bitch from way back--the one I stole Sin from and shit. I was boasting.

Only, I made the mistake of sending it to "Julia" rather than "Julie." So now my mother and father know about Mort. They keep calling me to invite me over. I'm not answering.

Especially because I already know they moved again--To Tokyo this time.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: furious.
eating: candle wax.
listening to: the distant echo of fight club.

Seriously, what is it with me and loving liking tolerating those I hate? I mean, I hated KJ for a while, and now we're cool. Same for Cara, actually. But now, there's Charlotte. Her I will never like. I'll only be happy once she's dead. I mean, she helped me get over hating Cara, that's how bad she is. You know, bigger fish to fry. That kind of shit. But no joke here, I'm going to have to kill her. Honestly. I think she might've done shit with Mort, just because she seems to think she can get away with it. No idea if I can even trust Mort.

I mean, he fucked Ezra for fucks' sake. He was mad because he found out about Jackson--whatever, it was forever ago, get over it--but what a hypocrite. The bastard screwed Ezra. Not mad at Ezzy--he was heartless at the time. Which means Mort wasn't. I'm going to have to have a word with him.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: numb.
eating: peaches.
listening to: dresden dolls.

I lied. Fuck Mort. Fuck me. Fuck Jackson and Tia and anyone else I've dragged into this. Mistake, mistake--can't undo a damn thing.
I can't say sorry either.
Fuck me.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: horny.
eating: orange chicken.
listening to: the pacemakers.

So apparently we're even.
He nailed Cara, Kira and Charlotte. Yes, all of them.
Meanwhile, I fucked Jackson (before so that like counts as two or something, I don't care) and Joe. New kid. Hot kid. Good in bed, kid. Nice guy. I hate him, but hey, he's a good fuck so who cares.

There's a slim chance in hell that Mort and I will be getting back together. Not so sure I want to yet. I mean, I can still fuck more people. Not even sure I give a shit about Mort. I mean, I'm pretty sure he's the worse thing that ever happened to me. May not be a hot idea.
So for now I'll just keep fucking the new bastard and try to get into Tia's pants while I'm at it.

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[Daileh Few]

mood: fuck.
eating: edo mame.
listening to: the smiths.

Sweetness, sweetness I was only joking when I said I'd like to smash every tooth in your head.
I love how descriptive that is.

I'm seriously starting to think that I should just go gay.
I mean, Xio and I had fun in the bathroom trying to make the guys think we were getting it on. It was fun.
Plus, I kinda wanna hit Mort in the face. It's just hectic.
And then there are jack asses like Gabe. I will kill him if he comes near me.
Mort was right: should've done it when we had the chance, just in case. But I wouldn't do it with Sammii there. What the fuck is wrong with me? That's never happened before.
Joe hasn't been around. I need a lay. Fucking dick needs to get his nose out of all that coke and come and fuck me.

And then there's Kard. Killing him, I mean it. He's a cunt. Keeps making passes at me. There's no way I'm sleeping with someone that is that desperate. There's no fun that way.

To Kill:
Cara.
Char.
Blair.
Gabe.
Kard.
Joe if he doesn't hurry up and fuck me.
Cara.
Char.

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