Gone

Olivia’s journal is gone. I don’t know what happened to it, I DIDN’T misplace it. It’s just… not here anymore. And without it, I have no hope of defending myself…

Am I losing my mind? I don’t really know anymore… Is this in my head?

No. It can’t be.

No.

Olivia’s journal is gone. Vanished from its place under a pile of my stuff. I didn’t misplace it. I didn’t touch it.

It’s gone.

And with it go my hopes of defending myself from whatever is following me…

Olivia’s Journal

Olivia’s journal is gone.

I don’t know how. I don’t know why. But it’s not where I left it.

I can’t believe this. I’m losing my fucking mind. I didn’t even look at it! I didn’t get to find out what the FUCK is going on! THIS IS BULLSHIT

I will update when I know more. I think I’m in way over my head now…

Memories

I can’t bring myself to read the journal yet. When I touched it, it made me physically ill. I will, I know I have to, and I will. For now though, I spent some time looking at some old videos of me and Olivia. God, I miss her more than ever… She didn’t deserve any of this.

I’ve included a picture of the journal. I don’t know why Olivia had to pick the creepiest looking notebook ever, but whatever. That’s Olivia for you I guess.

No, I haven’t looked in it. It made me physically ill.

I’ll get to it…

I spent some time reminiscing over an old camera of mine. God, I miss Olivia so badly… I can’t believe what happened to her, and is happening to me. It still makes no sense…

I know I have to read the journal. I will.

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…