[Broken Notebook]
Maybe if I write things down I won't have to look. I don't want to. I saw I see they KNOW I shouldn't be it should have ended with them oh god she's there I can't watch.
But I have to. I know I do.
I saw Muds again. He was in a bathroom, I think. And talking to the mirror. But there was no sound, and then something blue...I don't know.
I still haven't seen Henry. Maybe that means he isn't here. Maybe he went to his car for something and he's outside and not alive no no no no nonononono.
I would know. Wouldn't I? Doesn't the world make a big bleeding hole when the person you love most goes out of it? I don't remember them...I was too young. There was no hole then.
My hands are so itchy. Itchy. Itchy twitchy
It's hard to hold th pennn. It's so...stupid. I just want out of here. I don't know what to do. I don't want to look, i don't want to look. Butif I don't I might mis something.
Dear Henry,
Remember when I met you and we went to the park instead of school? And I climbed a tree and you totally looked up my skirt, you asshole?
I promise not to call you names anymore if you come get me. My head feels funny. And my hands hurt. They don't hurt when you're there.
It's very warm in here. I'm very warm. My hands are--there are black marks on the pencil.
The screens are flickering.