This is the first time I’m doing this, it’s currently 3:32 am, and I as I wrote that it is now 3:33. Time seems to move so fast yet, it’s almost like everything around me is stuck in place. I don’t talk to anyone anymore. Not after the voices.

It’s been two days since my last journal entry and I didn’t even notice. Tears constantly falling down my eyes and the only time I acknowledge them is when they drip over my lips and I taste the bitter and salty taste. It’s like my body is moving but I’m not making it do what it’s doing, I don’t even know if I’m writing this out of my own free will or because of some ungodly force taking control of me.

Saturday night. Why was it a Saturday night .

Saturday night. Why was it a Saturday night.

It was Saturday. A Saturday night.

I don’t even remember writing those that few entry’s, I woke up and to my surprise…did I even write that? Am I writing this right now.