Restless

The moon is full tonight, my rage fills me. Sitting high upon my perch, not coming down until this feeling passes. Ive killed 3 tonight and tho I fed I am unsatisfied, unquenched. Im not sure why I started this journal. Perhaps its becuz the other night I met up with Jessenia, a gypsy woman I havent seen since my travels through Europe. I remembered I used to love it when she read my cards and I asked her to read my cards that night. Within that reading I became uneasy, I became restless...and when she pulled the death card she told me I was to expect a major change in my existence as I know it. The death of sumthing familiar and comfortable but that it wasnt necessarily a bad thing. Needless to say, Ive been restless since and so since I have been invited to London...I think I will go. I really dont like London but Im feeling compelled to go. Not sure when I will return. Left a note for Trina, she wont be happy but that's my nature. She's got friends to keep her busy and tell her Im no good for her. Maybe they're right. Perhaps the death of that comfort and familiarity has already happened and the look on her face as she placed that ring on her middle finger of her right hand should have been my first indication.