Watching The Craft reminds me of a long lost dream of mine. If ever something I would regret, one thing would be not being able to complete the ritual. More than anything, I want to have sisters for Christmas. I want it so badly.
I have a sister, of the East who is Air. I have friends of the South and West, Water and Fire. I am the North, the Earth. There is no circle for me. There is no circle for us. Let my sisterhood of dreams vanish if this year ends with no bond. Let this dream of mine vanish if none wish to honor my request. Let my blood drip on Christmas day for my lost dream. A drop for each sister lost.
There are many things I would regret at this point in my life if I were to die; therefore, I do not wish to die anytime soon. Screw Eric, I am going home Friday. I do this for myself. My family and home I have been looking forward to for two weeks now. ******** it, I leave Friday. I WILL find my key this holiday.
I wish to enter with perfect love and perfect trust.
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Fragmented Self who wanders through life like a dreamer and wades through the river of dreams as though it were the only truth left in this world
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