Dammitdammitdammit!
Mrs. Marsmallow's files...
They haven't even begun to finish uploading onto a flashdrive. I spent too much time and energy going over the data compiled from last month.
I hate this.
Not being in control.
Feeling helpless.
It makes me sick. Maybe if..
Hehehehe, who am I kidding? If it wasn't for the stupid crazy hand, I'd still be suck in that asylum. I bet whatever is attacking got to them and slaughtered 'em all. Here, there's all these morons willing to risk it all for 'the ones they love' and rubbish like that. At least I got that on my side.
If I don't manage to get out.
Not that I really have anywhere else to go...
M-maybe..
Uggg.
Only 57%.
I don't wanna die.
Hey Lash?