I apologize for the lack of an update. I'd intended to do so yesterday, but Judith made a surprise visit. We decided to grab a copy of Inception, order pizza, and stay in. I didn't quite have time to go about transcribing a mad man's words onto this site with her here. Judith certainly had time to pick it up and flip through it, though. I swear, she was more interested in that damn notebook than in the movie. I made sure to keep an eye on it as she left this time. Didn't exactly feel like having her walk out with it again.
Randomly found this page while flipping through the book. Nothing particularly of note on the page outside of the entry and a tiny red scribble in the top-left corner, like someone was trying to get the ink to work in their pen.
A fucking cult. How can I not remember my parents being part of a fucking cult? How the hell did I just foret Something like that? It's like I remember the church. I remember playing in that sick fuck's house. I remember my parents leaving me home with a babysitter some nights while they went on "dates". But I can't remember anymore.
I know I should know more. I can feel the gaps.
TheArsonist must have done this. Or that thing took my memories. Or something. Something screwed with my mind, played with it like it was a toy. God, I feel so violated. So fucking violated. If something can just fuck with my head like
Why am I even surprised anymore? Some part of my skull is a psycho. My life is being ruined by some guy in a suit with fucking tentacles? Ted, Emily, Amelia are all dead. And I'm sitting her fucking journaling? What the hell is wrong with me?
I'm insane is what's wrong.
I'm gonna go take my meds and watch some TV. Try and sleep. Figure out what to do tomorrow."