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Still an ongoing predicament. His name is Aries.

Apologies for not posting for a while, family and friend birthdays piled up.

Recently, I've been feeling a bit soft in the head for one of the little men I made out of cardboard. I don't know how to explain it but... I feel I have grown feelings for him? You know, romantically? I've been imagining things... Like our lives together. I made him a little bed, he sleeps right next to me on my dresser, I talk to him almost daily and, oh and this is embarrassing, I wished he was human so I could hold him without worrying about breaking him.

Am I sick? Lonely? Are these feelings even real? I'm so, so lost... Please help.

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Apologies for not posting for a while, family and friend birthdays piled up.

Recently, I've been feeling a bit soft in the head for one of the little men I made out of cardboard. I don't know how to explain it but... I feel I have grown feelings for him? You know, romantically? I've been imagining things... Like our lives together. I made him a little bed, he sleeps right next to me on my dresser, I talk to him almost daily and, oh and this is embarrassing, I wished he was human so I could hold him without worrying about breaking him.

Am I sick? Lonely? Are these feelings even real? I'm so, so lost... Please help.

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Well, OK, I have a small thing of note.

I have taken to making little humanoids out of cardboard and pipe cleaners.

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I'm alive and well, just didn't have anything of note to post about

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Odin has taken a liking to a coffin box I keep on my coffee table. I'd be happy for him if it wasn't for the fact my bus pass is in there.

I've found him asleep in there just before I have to go to class for a few days now.

Perhaps I must put my belongings elsewhere.

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What does Odin look like!!! Congratulations on the cat distribution system finding you

He's small and adorable. Long grey striped fur and a single shinging yellow orb for an eye. His damaged eye has been well treated!

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Apologies for not updating on my life. The cats have been taken to a safe place. Well, except one, the youngest looking one with a missing eye.

My dead heart just couldn't part with him. Not everyone would be accepting of a cat with one eye. The outcasts enjoy company amongst themselves, after all.

I named him Odin and I'm baking him some fish.

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It would appear to be that a group of cats isn't an omen, just wanting food. Odd. I don't remember feeding these particular cats... Regardless, I'm going out with my aunt to figure out what to do.

It is a group of five cats, if anyone is wondering.

A group of cats have been taking interest in my house recently. Am I in danger?

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Is a group of cats an omen I should be aware of???

Somebody please answer, they're scratching at my windows and meowing like madmen!

A group of cats have been taking interest in my house recently. Am I in danger?

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A group of cats have been taking interest in my house recently. Am I in danger?

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I envy vampire women. They put together their darkly attires better than I ever could. I wish I could dress like them...

But alas, I am a man and the thought of wearing women's clothes fills me with ice water.

Never again.

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Essay done. Retreating into my bed for the time being.

Homework snuck up on me, deepest apologies.

So far, no more mold has conquered my bread, garlic still can't kill me, and I should be getting my hands on some more blood sausage soon enough.

Ahhh... I'm grateful human food can still sustain me but it's simply not enough...

...I need another glass of gin if I'm going to finish this godforsaken essay.

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Homework snuck up on me, deepest apologies.

So far, no more mold has conquered my bread, garlic still can't kill me, and I should be getting my hands on some more blood sausage soon enough.

Ahhh... I'm grateful human food can still sustain me but it's simply not enough...

...I need another glass of gin if I'm going to finish this godforsaken essay.

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My aunt invited me over for a full Irish breakfast. Bless her heart ❤️

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Casual flings may be fun but I have yet to feel the same ever since that one drunken night. I can still remember his face, still feel the scratches and bites, and, oh, can still hear his voice echo in my room.

Oh, why did he have to leave me!?

Ah... I feel the night is getting to me but I simply can't sleep...

Reading the note he left behind again... Oh, how I wish I asked for his number. But alas, a vampire's life can be a lonely existence. Sigh...

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Reading the note he left behind again... Oh, how I wish I asked for his number. But alas, a vampire's life can be a lonely existence. Sigh...

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Came back from the hospital and forgot to update. Silly me. Turns out it wasn't the garlic that made me break out, I didn't check the bread properly and it got moldy. So uh... I had to stay longer than I first thought. Still feel like slow death but my aunt will be checking in.

Always check your bread before toasting, dear reader.