An analysis

Okay. Let's break down this piece of shit.

Top left of the page has the REQUIEM's symbol, surrounded by "lies" "only lies" and "He speaks lies".
Under it, we see "He watches from up close. The heardl (herald?) of death. He offers an apple to end it all."

Top right has "Ripped from my life. Stolen from everything." Underneath is the CONDUCTOR's symbol, with "He watches from afar. Holding the past in line. IT IS ONLY INEVITABLE. Only inevitable. Inevitable. Unstoppable."

Next to that, we have DECRESCENDO's symbol. To the left, there is "Such beautiful songs." And to the right, there is "They watch the progress. They instill the catalysts. They note the symptoms and the patterns. Even now, they're watching."

Below that, we have a long fucking thing that goes "They sing of the past, of their glories. They sing of the present, of suffering and betrayal. They sing of death and its sweet embrace. They sing of the future, of things which should not be. Dear God, make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop... (etc.)"

The other side has only "They don't like me writing this. Well, fuck them. They don't like it, they can deal with it." and then it turns into the scribbling that I saw in the other two pages from earlier. I thought I would be able to make some sense out of it after some rest, but it still seems like more crazy rambling to me...

Differences

Alright. Here's what I remember from last night. I was at the computer when the 10 p.m. mark hit. The whispers started, and they seemed fairly "normal." There was the regular whispers I had heard since day 1 of this ordeal, a few new phrases found their way into the mix, but I think I read them before, in other stories pertaining to the Choir. "Let the language lead you" was used a lot, sort of in the background, behind the "normal" whispers. I had enough time to transcribe a whisper or two before the pills kicked in at around 10:05. Right when I had planned it.

Chelsea says she saw things a little differently. According to her, I immediately started typing once 10:00 came around. And I didn't stop until 10:15. She was looking the entire time as I typed up that post, and can vouch for its authenticity. I didn't speak a word, I seemed completely normal, I sat there for about 10 minutes longer than I should have, calmly typing out whatever that was. Then I suddenly shut down completely.

Yeah... So that was interesting. Not sure what to believe, but the evidence seems to back up Chelsea's claim. I think I'm done with messing with the whispers for a while now...

Well fuck.

I woke up with the worst hangover in recent history, and of course I remember nothing from the previous night. I look around and find that post from last night. I'm logged in and the Notes page is the first thing I see. Apparently I wrote that, posted it, and passed out. Hopefully.

I asked Chelsea what happened, and she said my friends dragged me home after I got into a big fight at wherever the hell we were. When I came home I sat down and started babbling for an hour or so before walking into the bedroom and not coming out until this morning. She checked in on me every once in a while until I was out cold, and decided she wouldn't risk waking me up and fell asleep on the couch in the living room.

She said I didn't say much while babbling. It was mostly the overly happy bullshit I usually say while drunk.

I showed her my drunken post and she said that that's pretty much what happened. She did say that my friends supposedly tried to stop the fight, but that I was too drunk to notice. I have no idea who the guys were that I fought, nor can I remember the fight itself, but I'm sure this will come back to bite me in the ass somehow.

I go back to work tomorrow, and I go to the docs on Tuesday. I have a sinking feeling that this week won't be nearly as good as last week was.