I'm terrified because I know what those arseholes are doing to you. And I can't do a thing about it. I have to sit here and wait. I didn't want this. I don't want it. I hate it.
Please, Thomas. Come back soon.
Deirdre's home, she's staying with me for a few days. She's just fine. And Madame Butterfly is no more.
I died again. It was kind of amusing. What is not amusing is having a very sick nephew. Next time I'm rushing down the stairs, I'll probably be…
I told my dad off!!!!! Also, he's in a bit of pain. So now I get to discover why he's stuck here, judging my fashion choices with his eyes.