Oi vey... or however you spell it in Yiddish...

Moving on... the clock has stopped. I was told to prepare, and the only thing that changed was that I've chosen my direction -- maybe that's what the clock was all about, anyway. I didn't understand what I was suppose to prepared for, but I think maybe it was just preparing for the usual storm to hit: the couple of days surrounding a full moon are like... idk, pretty crazy. I get more aggressive, territorial, and basically more physical in pretty much every way. Was talkin' to a guy the other day, and he said it sounded like a male "period" or whatever... hormones and shit. guys just don't have a vag to bleed from. idk if it's true, but at this point, it's as good an explanation as any.
Honestly, I don't like hiding from the moon, feeling like it's staring at me... but whatever, I'm a little off in the head, so sue me. Of course, it could be that the clock is still going, and will never stop, or that my time hasn't come yet -- it could be two moons from now, or three, or eighteen, idk. The important thing is that I've made it through one more, and that's a step in the right direction.

To any of you who have been reading the journals lately, I'm sorry if they worried you, or like, weirded you out, or anything like that. 'course, if you liked it, then I'm sorry to say that the beast in my heart seems to have no more words for me to write, just yet. But that at least means I can get back to important stuff... like these freakin' midterms... oi vey...