A decision

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I've moved out of the place I shared with my friends in WeHo. It was getting harder and harder for me to explain why I was isolating myself so much and why I was keeping such odd hours. Using my job as a bartender can only go so far. The truth is that I don't want to be in a position to hurt them. I've found that I can't always control my impulses and I don't want to lose it around the guys and end up killing them. Liz encouraged me to hunt and now I don't know how to change that part of me. What makes it even worse is I don't trust myself to be around my family. They wanted me to visit for Mallory's birthday, but I didn't go. I kept having nightmares about attacking them in their beds while they slept and that scared me enough to keep me away. I can't stand feeling like this, but I don't have any choice. I think I need to leave California. If I'm somewhere no one knows me and I can get lost among the crowd, all the better for me. I think New York is where I'm headed.