Monday, May 21, 2012


It's here. I can feel it. I haven't seen it yet, but I can feel it. I have to constantly fight the urge to live looking over my shoulder now. Why is it here? Why now? What have I done?

Things have not exactly gotten better. Chelsea's been high strung for the past couple of weeks, and I fear that the Choir's gotten its claws in her now. There are no plans now. No brilliant ideas on what to do next. If Chelsea's beginning to hallucinate, then there won't be anybody to help me stay in reality.

And then there's CRITIC. Not sure what it's doing here. Not entirely caring about that at this point. I worry that I'm actually starting to go properly insane, that these hallucinations might not all be because of the Choir now...

No more plans, no more ideas. I just need to hold out for as long as I can, until something happens to relieve a little of this stress.

1 comment:

  1. Well, if you've already forgotten, there was that thing with you and your little brother that ultimately got you into this mess in the first place.

    Also, I'll be happy to help you sometime later. I would already be there, but a lot of complication arose, and now I'm just neck deep in shit.

    - Have a Nice Day