January 15th, 1492

Some nights I stay up thinking of my life. I know sometimes if it was not for bad luck I would have no luck at all. I stay up thinking more and more at night. I think of the demons we fight. Sometimes we lose and have to retreat. Sometimes we lose a Hunter. Sometimes we have to call it a draw. Sometimes we win. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time. Sometimes I wish I was as dead as my soul. As dead as my heart.