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OH OH OH!!

It felt ridiculous, doing this. Though so many others felt it natural to partake in the activity. Keeping a journal. It wasn’t in Ric’s nature, and, if he was being perfectly honest, not something he expected to keep up with past a couple weeks maximum. Still. There was something minorly therapeutic in writing down the events of the day, knowing he could return to them if he needed to.

But where to begin?

Chaos is everywhere. Stefan is still off in Chicago somewhere, at least that’s where we believe he is based on the trail of dead bodies. Damon is busy hunting him down. Elena is determined to not give up on him, convinced she can bring him back from the darkness.

Meanwhile, Elena and Meredith seem to be at a standstill in their friendship. There is something that feels off, according to Elena, about Meredith. Something she’s keeping from the rest of us. But, she is a member of a founding family, and therefore is likely to have her fair share of skeletons in the closet.

Though, if she’s enough like the rest of the founding families, that may be taken much more literally than in most towns.

Ric looked up from his journal, catching a glimpse of himself in the bedroom mirror. “Looks about time you got a haircut. And a shave.”

I’ve started talking to myself. So that’s clearly a good sign. Strong sense of sanity I’ve got going on. At least the man in the mirror hasn't started to talk back yet.

Something moved out of the corner of his eye, causing Ric’s head to pop up. His eyes scanned the bedroom heavily. Standing to take one more glance around, Alaric finally settled, catching a glimpse of his reflection once more.