I got a little duck plush today, and some more yarn. Duckie seems to dislike every man I take an interest in outside of our little group. I reminded him today that he had the chance to marry me months ago, chose not to, and chose to let Rebitcha's feelings dictate whether he should remain with Nathaniel and me. If he wanted say over whom I date, or more precisely, fuck, he shouldn't have let me let him go. Sigefrid is good to me. He sleeps well with me beside him. He wants me for drugs, sex, and comfort, but what's important is that he wants me. This is about a man I don't want to be romantically involved with, but it does still sadden me that Bloodhair no longer wants to be friends. He almost seemed to hate me when I last went to see him, but I remember us getting along perfectly well when we met. He liked my eyes. I am very proud of my eyes. My hair and lashes may be extensions, and I may have to keep myself in ruffle tops and chastity belts, but my eyes, at least,...