The howlers of the Big Apple.

Six Years Later.

Wow, I forgot I had a diary. What a whiner I was. Flash forward 6 years. As I log all this stuff into my computer and destroy this journal. Apparently, I didn’t know how to write a coherent sentences back then. So, what’s changed? Not much. Seems like the same stuff different day. Graduated for that prestigious girls school, not that I needed to since Mom and Dad have me sitting pretty. I’m having a bit of an identity crisis. Well, more of a career crisis. I don’t want to live off my parents the rest of my life. I want to make my own money and my own way. Still don’t know what I want to do. Where do I go from here?

Do I move forward and do everything for the pack? Or do I pretend to care about human fashion, clubs, or media? I can’t connect with anyone. The girls I graduated with are fine, but I don’t feel like I belong. I also do feel like I belong with the Garou. I’m just very confused and rather hurt. I’m trying to work it out on my own because I don’t want anyone to know about it. But, then I also feel guilty and ashamed to be holding a secret. My turmoil means nothing in the grand scheme of things. More concerned about the city. We decided on our totem I hope we picked well. I’m leery of these dangerous situations we are placed in, running into a group of skin heads is not what I would call and great Saturday night out, you know?

Also, being the legal guardian of your Alpha is a weird situation. Making sure he has his lunch every morning for school, and I’m rather insistent to drive him to school myself, not that I don’t trust my driver. Also, I’m rather protective of the little guy. I just like the freedom. Not like I do much all day. I need to pick up some hobbies. I think some mediation tonight would be cleansing after the couple nights we’ve had.



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