The Journal

I went back to Olivia’s house, and I found her journal. I think I was meant to. Now… I feel like there’s no going back. I feel like I’m in over my head.

I need to get some sleep. I need to sleep. I can’t think straight anymore.

I went to Olivia’s house, and I found her journal. It was left for me to find. This can’t be a good thing.

I’ll post pictures later, or in a few days. I’m just so tired right now…

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