Not sure why I’m even writing this. But I guess it feels right. It sort of feels like I have to – like an exorcism. I guess that makes me sound crazy but that’s alright. Lately I feel like I might be, not that I’ve heard any voices or anything. Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn’t and you think too much about death. Maybe you know what I’m talking about. I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life, but I guess then came a departure. That I know you understand. I guess things changed after that, and I’m mostly scared now. But it’s there in the stories, or whatever they are.
You can see it. Anybody could if they could look. It’s all there in the pages ahead of here. It’s there waiting for you. Or for me. I’m not sure. The whole story.