Dear Journal,

 It’s been forever since I’ve actually picked you up and wrote something. Well I’m back home in Bon Temps and I’m home alone, the roommates I had left and left a letter to make it seem as if it would make me feel better. I need a drink, I really, really do! Maybe coming back here was a bad Idea I have to put with the fucking whispers that’ll be traveling around I don’t feel like doing it.

 Family still no contact, I guess they’re leaving me alone for good. It’s really time for me to adapt staying in this crazy place by myself. I have this journal, my bottles and my little friend named razor. It’s very tempting to go back but I’m doing so far so good without it, not sure how long I’ll be able to keep it up..

I’m stressing myself already and I haven’t been here for a day, I guess certain things do that to you?

-Blair