July 17, 2020
Self-portraits.
July 23, 2020
I feel eyes on me constantly. She's just in the corner of my vision, I know that much. It's not that she tries to hide intentionally, I just… I try not to look at her. I lose too much time if I look at her directly. Lost a whole week back in May.
July 29, 2020
She appears differently every time I see her. Nothing dramatic usually, more blood, less blood, different injuries, etc. Occasionally though, her feet will twist backwards in the most grotesque manner imaginable, which made me think she might be a ciguapa. If she were though, I think I'd already be dead. She can be other people too. Although she keeps her milky white eyes in whatever form she takes. I hate when she does that. I swear to God she was my father when I first saw he
August 13, 2020
I've started talking to people again. I honestly just want to keep my mind occupied, not think about how I'm going off the goddamn deep end every five seconds. Made friends with a guy on my bus route. Carlos. He just makes me feel shittier, though. I'm not that great of a friend. I think he is though.
August 30, 2020
December 3, 2019
Happy Birthday, Dad.
