30 April 2012
April 30 2012
The day was a Friday. I forget the date. I forget most things if I'm honest. (That's the idea of a diary isn't it?) That was the day I ended up here... Amongst the cold walls and clinical smells.
The nurses tend to leave me alone which pleases me, I'd rather listen to myself and what I know than be told. But this room is bat cave cold... But then I'm 'bat-shit crazy', I just laughed then. Even the thought of being labelled as crazy amuses me.
I'm going to go back in this diary, way back. Before that eventful Friday I ended up here... Before the pain... Before the event that changed it all.
I want to work out why. Why he watches me. Why he follows me. But mostly who he is.
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I've put this as general ... Mainly because I don't know where I'm going with it. I'm not sure I'll go anywhere with it... Just trying to build up more confidence to post bits and pieces as I think of them.
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