Thursday, 20 October 2011

I threw up.

I think I'm going to stay in bed for the rest of the afternoon. Pete's keeping me company. I've got a small fever and I feel all weak and shaky.

I'll be checking my laptop every-so-often, just in case any of you are reading. Please, if you're awake and you're reading this just now, what do I do? Has he been watching me all along? Is just coincidence, that he was stalking my Mum, that I saw him when I was younger?

I looked out my window earlier. I couldn't see anyone apart from Liam. He's inside now. I couldn't let him stay out there. I'm probably just being paranoid.

I might try to sleep. This is too much. Whatever the truth is, it changes everything.


  1. First thing you have to do is breathe, Barb. Panicking and making yourself sick makes it much worse.

    I can't say yes or no on coincidence, because the faceless fucker is so damn erratic. It doesn't seem he's after you, right? And if he does start turning up, hang with me for a while. He leaves me mostly alone. Mostly.

    Keep Liam and all of the others safe. There is nothing worse than losing one of your mind's companions.

    Stay with us. I'm here if you need anything.

  2. Thanks. It's just... this is... I don't even know. Nothing like this has ever happened to me.

    I mean, I used to have all these beliefs and paranoias that someone (or everyone) was out to get me. But that was just the psychosis. There was never any justification.

    And no, I haven't seen him since that one time when I was little, so I don't think he's after me. But was all this his doing? Did he kill my Mum?

  3. Sorry, that last bit's supposed to be rhetorical. I'm just so wound up right now everything keeps coming out all jumbled.