I'll try not to sing out of key

What do I do when my love is away
Does it worry you to be alone
How do you feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because you're on your own

No, I get by with a little help from my friends

Yesterday was St. Marcus's Day, which meant all of Volterra turned out to celebrate, along with quite a few foreigners. Along with many foreign mortals, foreign vampires also came to our city to celebrate. My friend Siobhan from the Irish coven, along with her mate, Liam, and Maggie, came for a visit during this time. I was lucky enough to have the night off of guard duties. I stayed in the Volterra city limits, so Santiago was able to use his mimicking abilities to become a temporary shield. And so I spent the evening with a dear friend, acting like teenagers instead of the centuries old women that we are. Siobhan and I have only recently become friends, but already I notice a kinship in her that I have never managed to find in the Volturi. I have become close to almost all of my fellow Volterians, however I seem unable to connect with them on a basic level. For some reason, from the first moment Siobhan and I have talked, these barriers have been non-existant. True, Siobhan and I have been on opposite sides most of our lives. She even stood against the Volturi with the Cullens and the rest of their friends. Luckily the situation never escalated to the point where we had to fight against each other, even if I'm still not sure what choices I would have made had a fight been necessary. But besides all this, perhaps even in spite of all this, Siobhan has gotten to know me for who I truly am. And having a true and sincere friend has brought out a part of myself that I have not seen in centuries, if I had ever truly let it out. I think the rest of the guard has been taken aback at the change they've seen in me the past few days. I know that Santiago has told me more than once that it's like I'm a completely different person, especially considering the low point I hit a few days ago. I guess this is just one more lesson I've learned again and again over the years. Time will always heal your wounds, whether physical or mental. Of course, it helps to have some amazing friends to speed up the healing process.

Listening to: Beatles - A Little Help From My Friends