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.
October
20:
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.
Poor woman...
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