It is me.

I am afraid.








I am alone.


I woke up in the middle of the night or rather,(well considering i only managed to sleep at 4)somewhere towards dawn, to find books falling over me from the bookshelf. If this wasn't odd enough, what about the moth that flew overhead on my way to the lift this morning.

I hope it is just me and not reading too much KOTC. XX didnt see it at all. How could this be? She was only a distance ahead of me, and the moth made distinct shadows around..

There were too many things on my mind last night,tossed and turned in bed, and images of the unimaginable kept coming before my eyes. I swore right then i wouldnt open my eyes and hugged the bolster even tightly. And then i felt for XX, and was glad she was warm and there. My only source of comfort.

I told XX it wasnt things that were haunting me. It is me.

I'm going mad. I'm going mad.