I've been hearing these noises in my attic that sound like beating and screaming, and I keep having memory lapses. People tell me of strange things I did which I have no recollection of.
And the other night after I went to sleep, I woke up driving again. Apparently to the clinic. I had gasoline and a box of matches with me. Yeah, the job's been rather hectic lately, but still...
I have not done drugs since vowing not to. Maybe this is all some kind of fucked up withdrawal shit? I don't know, but I'll be glad when things go back to normal. Perhaps I should see a real doctor?
Oh, and speaking of which, that devil entry you posted as me, a real riot. Now stop reading my journal.