Tober's diary is composed in a small, hardbound book that she keeps with her.
I've noticed that I've been letting a lot of time go in-between my diary entries. Sometimes it's just too much to write about, or I'm so busy and have so little time to myself that I really don't have the time to get into it. I don't like neglecting my diary because it really helps for me to get everything out, even if it is just on these pages.
So, I've been with Duke for a bit, and that's been going ok...until I met Anna one night. I don't know why I can't simply be happy with one person...I guess I just crave affection...and there always seems to be someone willing to give me it, especially when I'm in one of my vulnerable moments. My drives are more those of a cat than a human. My dad knew I was like this...that I thrive on the affection...which is one of the reasons why he told me to never become anyone's pet. He didn't want to see me become a slave to my thirst for affection. The thing is, I just can't help myself sometimes.
When I met Anna, I was completely drunk and nipped to boot. She found me at the Four Horsemen, flirted with me, then offered to take me home. We took a walk through the park, and she lead me to a secluded spot. Even though I was fucked up, I knew what was happening the moment she started talking to me back at the bar, and I didn't care about the consequences. When we went to the park, I let her do whatever she wanted to me. I don't remember much of what happened, but I was left with a bruise on my inner thigh and a headache from all the booze.
Anna. I don't even know her, but there's something about her that...I don't know...I don't know what it is. It's strange. She seems dangerous, and tragic, but I want to know more about her...even though my instincts are telling me to leave this one alone.
Tober and Anna