2005-04-06 - 3:22 p.m.

Put on the Cali smile on your face in the morning, and keep it on. That is the way of surviving the days from now on.

A spell of a fearful kind has been put on us. I have been put to the castle watched by the dragon, hidden in the tallest tower ... telling it as if it was a fairytale makes it sound better than it actually is.

The dragon hates the ogres, and likes attacking from the back. At least there is no donkey involved, and no cute pink dragon that would be worth keeping alive, saved, rescued. I want the head of the dragon on a plate.

Day on one mode, night on another.. not that spell. I am breathing ice inside, dancing on ice or ashes or something that I don't even know what it is. I lost my apetite in an instant, and can pinpoint the exact reason for it too. I feel hurt and dead inside, and the reason for this will bear the consequences.

What the dragon has done, hurts more than death.

I will keep smiling, it is supposed to look as convincing as the smiles when I was alive. When we were alive.