Name: Karina

Day/Time: Thursday, 2:12 AM

Current state of mind: Tired

What are you wearing? Black yoga pants and my U of M sweatshirt

What are you listening to? I’m A Mess by Bebe Rexha

What are you drinking? Vodka and soda with lime

Where are you? My room

Hey, I’m Karina. Most of my friends call me Kari, pronounced KAR – EE, in case you were wondering. I’m new to this whole blogging thing, so bear with me. I really have no idea what I’m doing, which seems to be the story of my life lately. It’s like ever since I moved to Luna Cove, my entire world got flipped, put through the spin cycle, and set on fire.

Not that it was perfect before. If anything, it was far from it. Before my entire life was uprooted, I lived in Chicago for the past year – and I was miserable. It’s not that I hated Chicago, I just wasn’t a fan of big city living. But I wanted to try something new and exciting. So, I moved out there on a whim and quickly regretted my decision.

It’s like I have these impulsive tendencies where things seem like a good idea, but in retrospect – they’re actually kind of stupid. I always end up with a remorse-induced hangover. But life is all about living and learning. I just need to work on the learning part and think things through more carefully before I act. Easier said than done, especially in my case.

Anyways, I moved around a bit, always searching for a place to call home. And nothing ever really fit – not until I moved to Luna Cove. Who would’ve thought that train wreck would’ve worked out? But, it’s crazy, right? I mean, my life’s in shambles and people are trying to kill me, and yet it just feels right. I don’t know – maybe I’m weird, but then again nothing about me is normal.

I’m still trying to get used to my new powers, but the only power I seem to have is for breaking shit. Lots of shit. Just yesterday, I flooded the entire bathroom trying to turn on the shower by using my magic. The pipe burst and there was water everywhere. Naturally, I had no idea how to stop it or undo whatever the hell I just did.

Luckily, Nick was around and was able to keep the bathroom from being completely destroyed. I thought he’d be pissed, but he was pretty understanding about it all. He claims he’s seen worse – which makes me wonder what “worse” actually is. But I’m sure I’ll top it before the month is over. I’m on a rapid roll of destruction these days.

You’d think with me being this powerful witch-hybrid that I’d at least have some control over my magic – but, I really don’t. It’s not that I’m not trying or anything, it’s just an adjustment having all this extra pent up energy inside of me. I’m like a live wire and with all this new power and added stress, I haven’t been sleeping all that great. I’ve had to rely on potions just so I can get some rest. And I hate taking that kind of shit – even if it’s all natural.

And I know relearning my magic is going to take some time, but time’s not really a luxury I have. I hate relying on everyone else to help get me out of these binds. And it’s not that I don’t want or appreciate their help, because I do – I totally do. I just don’t want to jeopardize their lives because I can’t seem to get my shit together and hold it together. I feel like such a hot mess some days.

Don’t even get me started on this Witch Queen business. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to the title. I’m not exactly leadership material, not to mention I know nothing about ruling over a supernatural community of witches. But, I guess I’m not supposed to worry about that part for now – which I’m perfectly fine with. I’m in no rush to jump into that role – at all.

But that’s enough bitching and moaning for now. Though I must admit, it felt pretty good to get that weight off my shoulders. To be honest, my life’s really not that bad – except for the whole target on my back thing – but, I’m not gonna talk about that right now. I’d rather focus on some of the positives in my life, like my newfound friends.

The coven hybrids have been amazing from the moment I moved in. They’ve all been so welcoming and accepting. Hell, they treat me better than my own family does and that means a lot. Naturally, I’ve grown close to Nick. I mean, he is the first person I met, and I’ve spent most of my time with him – not that I’m complaining. I’ve had a lot of fun with him before the whole almost getting killed ordeal. And it’s not that I haven’t enjoyed his company since then, but it’s just been more business than pleasure – which has been a little disappointing, to be honest. But he’s got a lot going on. We all do.

Anyways, everyone’s been pretty awesome. I feel right at home and home is the size of a small city. Holy hell, I can’t even begin to tell you the number of times I’ve gotten lost in this place. It’s absolutely massive. It has all the amenities that you can think of, from a game room, library, multiple bars, fully equipped gym, to a state-of-the-art movie theater, and so much more. This place has it all. Nick showed me around a few times and someone’s always around to guide me – thank the gods.

I’m just lucky, you know. Yeah, we’re all in the middle of a shit storm – one that I feel partially responsible for, but I’m not alone. I have friends that I can rely on, that I know will have my back no matter what. I don’t even have to ask. Most of the time, they just know. They say blood is thicker than water and technically, it’s true. But not figuratively. At least, not for me.

I hope I didn’t bore you or ramble too much, and if I did, I apologize. If you have any questions or comments for me, feel free to drop them down below. Have a happy Friday and stay safe.


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