It's weird, picking this thing up and trying to use it like a diary, like the one I've got at home in my desk drawer. I wrote in that almost every day. I haven't...In almost a year, which I guess is a good occasion to try.

[A pause] On March 15th, it'll be one entire year. I wonder what that means, about me. Like...I can be normal here, for once I'm getting exactly what I wanted. But the slaying...It's still a big part of me, and I can't bury that. The amount of demons and monsters we get here...Just aren't enough. But I'm still not trying to get out.

And I can't...Figure out why. I should be, I know that. But I go home to die, like...It's going to be any easier when I'm twenty instead of sixteen? No one's even going to notice I'm gone, so biding my time until the castle gets tired doesn't seem so bad. Xander and Will are here, Faith too. And I've met...Others from lots of different places.

Hey, even being homeless has it's perks. I'm staying somewhere with a lot less boy infestation, without...My boyfriend. If we're even calling him that, it's...Completely complicated. Mom would probably take this a lot better this way, if she ever came back. And I'm on hand for easier training, hard to find a downside.

I kind of like it here. But I can't shake the feeling that next month, is the month it's all going to change. I...

[There's a long pause, before her entire disjointed thought process is scratched out beyond recognition. Better safe than sorry]