Otto... I wish he were here, he'd know how to advise me and not just because he's at least a couple centuries older than me. Oh wait, that's precisely why he'd know what to say right now. Sigh. My mind is all over the place tonight. Between coming back home, finding out Isabella has been around all this time apparently waiting for me, helping Richard with his drug addiction, and having to keep my secret from Penny and Marisa... it's a miracle I've still got my head on straight at all.
I so want to see Isabella and talk to her, but as near as I can tell I shook her up pretty badly the night I attacked Richard. I don't want to make the same mistake with the others, especially Marisa. She seems to have a deep dislike for anything vampire-like, which is strange because John told me in confidence they used to watch vampire films together all the time. I wonder what changed? Maybe Lisa can tell me, I'll check with her.
"Not that any of this helps me with my main problem," I tell myself and get up. Pacing around the room I find myself stopping to stare out the window.