I'm really no good at this {1}

The whole point of a diary makes me laugh. I don't even know why I'm writing this, probably because Lozzy made me.
Yes, I know she hates to be called Lozzy, but I'm really mad at her because of this, really mad.

No, actually I'm not that mad. I love her like she's my sister, and I love Darena the same, but these days I don't know who to trust anymore.
Maybe this isn't such a bad idea.

Why am I writing this? I know now.
I'm constantly forgetting things.

Yes, you heard me, I'm going senile. No, not really senile, but I blame my visions.

Oh, and talking about visions and premonitions they are gotten even worse, worse to that point that I think I can't do this anymore.
But I must, I'm scared that if I don't do this, someone will kill my sisters/burn Alecto down/ruin the world.

I can't be bothered to write anymore. I must go now...do something, I don't know, anything different than writing.

Well, bye. Don't expect me back. I won't be back, no, not so soon.

Or maybe I will. I think I'm kind of loosing it.