Entry #27

Whoever said living in California was the dream lied through their fucking teeth. Or told the truth. Cause that’s all it is. A dream. I blame reality TV. Guess it was a good thing the old man banned television when he was alive, after all. I would’ve been even more deluded when I moved up here. Looking back, I’m not even sure why I did; why, of all the places I could’ve chosen to start a new life, I picked a desert.

A fucking expensive desert.

I don’t even know anyone one out here.

That is…until he comes along; the most handsome, most powerful, most intimidating man I’ve ever met, possessing eyes that burn right through my soul. He’s…perfect.

However, comma, there are three problems.

One: He’s not a man.

Two: I only see him in actual dreams.

And three…He commands an army of soul reapers.

Apparently, that’s just the beginning.

So, dear diary…and anyone who will listen:

What I’m saying is, tonight, I met the man of my dreams.



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