Tay Barnam

I can't tell him. My dad, I mean. Oh god. He called my cell phone today and I just let it go to voicemail. I mean, he'll probably think I'm sleeping. How could I sleep? I mean, I slept for a good ten hours after, but...

I got my wings. And I'm not an archangel. It's not FAIR. I've trained my whole life for it, it's what I'm meant to do! And... it just...

I don't want to be any stupid, weakass GUARDIAN. I mean. No offense, but... I just...

I CAN'T tell him. You don't know how fucking disappointed he'd be. I... I swear to god, I don't know if he'd talk to me if he found out. I don't know if ANY of them would.

What do I do?

Okay.

Um... it's been a few hours, and I know Romana's been trying to figure something out, but... I'm feeling kind of sniffly and headachy. And I know I'm PROBABLY overreacting, but better safe than sorry, so I'm heading over to the clinic where they're doing the research and stuff. I figure that'll be the best place to be, all things considered.

Here's hoping this'll all be over by Saturday. If not... I'll be okay. I'm tough. I've been waiting my whole life for this birthday. It's fine. :) Really.

[Locked to Bianca] Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. They're saying Angels are immune, as far as they know, so if I'm getting sick and my wings come in, I should be okay, but... what if they don't? I am SO not ready to die. Not like this. What do I DO? [/Locked]