I haven't been sleeping, but I'm losing memory from minuets to days. I have no idea what's going on. I don't know where I am usually...
I'm usually in a mess, cuts, bruises, I look awful.
My loft is decorated in bullet holes from god knows what. I just remember finding the gun broken on the floor.
I've been pulling my hair, banging my head against walls trying to regain my memory. But all of it is fuzzy.
I'm going mad.
I tried talking to my Doctor, well let's say he tried to sign me up for the insane asylum.
I'm not going there, not ever. I'm not going crazy, just mad. I still have some control. Just not of everything
I hate it
I'm so fucking tired!
I can't get my eyes to stay closed it's like I have to be alert and I don't know why.
I refuse to believe all this shinanigans is Slendy's fault.
HE IS NOT REAL. He's just a figment of my imagination to cope with reasonings why I can't figure out things in my past, a childish reason to explain my actions lately.
I threw out the gun, it's gone. I burned Kyle's books and stupid shit. I didn't need it. I don't need to know why he went crazy.
And one thing I know for certain. I did not kill Kyle. He was my brother...
Why would I ever kill someone I love...