There's something not right with me. It started last year in Paris. And I ignored it and used quick fixes to try to keep it at bay, but my father dying...it's all...coming to a head. I'm a demon, and if I don't get control of myself, I'll lose it completely. I'm not dangerous. If I was I wouldn't have the mind to say this. I just need to focus on staying myself. I'm stepping away from the theatre, so David and Morgana are going to be looking out for that. I'm going to keep up with my music because that, at least, grounds me. And I've told Renee and Kait that I can't be in a relationship while I focus on myself. It's not forever. It's for now. Please...be kind to them. They'll need that.
I'm going to be spending a lot of time with Peter. I told him I needed my safety net again. I know he'll catch me.