I’ve spent the last few days in a haze. I can’t seem to stop replaying what happened in my head, and every time, it makes my stomach twist and turn. It feels like it’s always in knots, now. It’s not as though I’m keeping it a secret, I just haven’t found a good time or reason to speak to Gordon about it. The more I think about it, the more I’m sure I don’t want to tell him.
A part of me is almost hoping I won’t have to. I didn’t write that last sentence, on that paragraph...
I’m not sure what to think. I’m getting these strange dizzy spells where I feel almost feverish, I’m losing track of time. Shouldn’t someone have noticed by now? Or is this just becoming my regular behavior? Maybe Gordon has noticed me getting up in the night. I’m so boring he was bound to notice eventually when I wasn’t sitting around, being his good little slave. He might just think this is normal, now.
I must have written that. I did. Everything’s fine.
I just feel so good about myself lately. What is going on? I feel free to do whatever I want. This isn’t me. I’m not writing that. Is this a hacking? How are you writing this?
Stop thinking about it and enjoy the ride.
: )
Nothing's fine Lyndsay. You need to leave if it will let you. Your kids aren't safe with that thing inside you. Unlike me yours is probably full strength and I doubt you have what it would take to control it.
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