Evil is not cool
I haven't slept in over 40 hours. Everything that was odd became frightening, like a . The past 24 hours mark, I hope, the peak of all the trouble looming just outside our doors. The whole experience made me, and I know I'm not alone here, feel violated at a spiritual level. I just wish it didn't have to end in such an awful way, like if I had talked to him earlier or noticed earlier I could have saved him what I'm sure will be a painfully slow process of disdillusionment. But at the same time, I do feel much safer than I've felt most of my time back from break, and I don't miss who he was the past few weeks. The change in his (visibile)actions and (vocalized0thought over the past few weeks makes me feel seasick. I deserve to sleep in tomorrow.