First day of my proper vacation. And probably the last day I'll live. I don't know why She didn't take me last night, but I know that I won't be so unfortunate today. There's no way I'll survive long enough to see the sun go down. Her blood lust is stronger than ever now.
I don't know how I'll spend my last few moments. I think maybe I'll spend it down at the beach. I might call my mother, and maybe my brother John too.
My father doesn't need to know about this. Peter can go fuck himself.