It's a weird word isn't it? Blog. It kind of sounds like the sound a bullfrog might make after you drop him off of the Empire State Building. It's one of those made-up words that didn't used to exist. I wonder if it was always there. If it was just waiting behind some page or book cover for somebody to find out that it was really real.

The blog was mom's idea. She thought it might help me deal with my feelings. What the hell does that mean? Deal with my feelings? I feel sad, and I want to be alone. I feel angry and I want to break something. How hard is that to understand? But no, mom says get it down into words and it'll be easier. She used to say that about broccoli too. Get it down.

I think it's the other way around. It isn't like eating. It's more like puking. Something upsets you and you barf it out onto the computer screen.

Hey, maybe that's what it means. Blog. It's got that kind of sound, doesn't it? Like somebody woofing up all their cookies onto a keyboard.

Mom's always worried about me these days. Like I could get hurt or something. Please. She's totally ignoring our new reality. Last month I tore the guts out of a hydra. You know what that is? A big freaking lizard with nine heads. It's practically unkillable, at least until it came up against me. I wish she wouldn't worry so much. I'm not some little kid, crying cuz I skinned my knee in the schoolyard.

Mom worries a lot about me since dad left. I don't know what her problem is. We saved the world twice already. You think she'd learn to trust me. Sometimes I get so mad.

Gotta go.