Last night was difficult again. I feel stessed.
I had another dream this time I was loosing myself in the truth... And it was talking to me, not in words, just feelings... Telling me I'd never escape it, I was a part of it...
I'm not comfortable, it enjoys my pain, Big Brother was right, it feeds off my fear, but I can't help but be terrified.
It keeps eating me alive, and all I can do is scream because I can't fight it.
I think I need to talk to Dr. Mathais about this. Maybe he can give me some advice on the matter. I suspect it is all in my head.