Log from October 23rd:
I found this. I was packing things up again, and I found it written on the same paper as before. My notepad itself is gone. She must have taken it with her.
I've decided not to fight it anymore. It's always inside me...watching me, waiting for me to be weak, and I just... I just can't. I can't bear it. I'm not strong enough to be 'in control'. It's so far beyond my control that I can't even remember my own name. I know it's not 'Red'.
I've been 'Red' forever. At least, that's how it feels.
So...I'll be Red.
...Somehow I just know this will come back to bite me in the ass.