Alone

Well, trusty old journal...seems Care has blocked me from her probing mind. Sick to my stomach is how it makes me feel. A feeling I can't shake until she opens up again. Call it the Gangrel in me but right now alls I wanna do is curl up into a ball and stay below ground. Was there really a reason at all to come out of torpor? Aggravation and disappointment? :::Sighs:::  Even staying at the Roadhouse has done nothing to lift my spirits, hell not even that pornagraphic photo album that Jai lent me last night did nothing to lift my spirits...but I will say she has one hell of body. Of course anyone with eyes can see that even with all her clothes on. I am back at the bungalow at the Roadhouse, after checking on the mansion, fed from the herd, I'm getting way too old for the club going whores I've been offing this past week...too much work and not enough fulfillment. Could it be I'm getting bored of living forever? Maybe..this having to make new friends all the time or putting on airs and happy faces for new people to befriend....is a crock of shit. And then I think about my mother, who loved everyone, who tolerated much, remained gorgeous and gracious....whereever you are, Nerise...jour heureux de la mere.