Dear journal,

Eliza has been doing. . .  Better I suppose. She's been cleaning her guns, weird. What's with that? Something about Edward and Liz....?

     I was haunted by a ghost recently. That was scary. But it's okay now...

     No. Nothing's been okay for a while now... how long as it been? Since she left me all alone?

     Damnit. I'm depressed again. What else was there to write? I don't remember. I can't look at  the words on this blank sheet without thinking of her.

      My love. Please come back, or I'll go ballistic.

-Nyo!Hungary