Recording Begins.
I have become increasingly nervous. There are things that respond when I didn’t even know I was asking a question. They tell me I’m becoming something else, becoming something new. I…I don’t want to believe it.
I can feel something watching me. It’s everywhere. I can’t escape it, even in my dreams. I don’t know if it’s the things responding here, or something else entirely. I hope it is the first because I can’t handle the idea that there’s even more hidden from me.
I keep getting headaches. I feel the need to sleep, but also the need to read. The archives feel safe, despite everything that’s happened. Given some of the things I’ve been told by the responses, I can’t believe that’s a good thing.
Recording Ends.
