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[Private | Hackable only if you're super special and actually care enough to bother]
I still can't believe he called me his wife. No, you know what? Screw him. I was only trying to help and he's the one that got defensive. I know I've been out of the loop for a while but isn't that what friends do? Support each other?
I think he made it perfectly clear where we stand on that. Why should I care if he wants to go running off in the woods after Discordia? I'm not his keeper.
Still, I heard about the other night when he just took off in his shorts. I'm worried about him.
He deserves better, especially if what he said about me is right. I can't remember a lot of what happened before the world shift, but I don't think I hurt anyone. I know that's what he meant by "I know you're dangerous again", too. I don’t even know this girl who says she saw me, and my bracelet has been on the whole time. Blackouts or not, isn't this thing magic? Isn't it supposed to keep me safe? Keep everyone safe?
I don’t know, maybe it was some kind of monster. Maybe Discordia is fucking with me. I looked back through the network and there are a few people who say they saw or fought someone, but I don't wear that suit for any reason. Anyone could have come along and taken it. In fact, I'm sure that's what happened because it isn't even where I left it last.
Maybe I should start taking my medication again. I managed to get a refill a while ago. I didn't think I needed them, but I haven't felt right ever since what's his name exploded. That cloud of darkness. I remember this crushing...wave. The accident, Sarah, everything came rushing back and I just blacked out. There's this pressure in the air and I don't think I'm the only one who's feeling it.
I guess I'm kind of freaking a little bit. You know, I hope there is a monster out there wearing Harry's face, because if there isn't… that means Harry is wearing mine.
[Edit]
Guess I'm not the only one having a hard time. Turns out most of his last entry was private. Not private enough, though.
I have to go talk to him. It looks like it's going to rain and knowing Alex, he'll get stuck out there under a tree and die or something. Not to mention there are crazy people out there. No one believes me, but I swear they're real.
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[Private to Sheva]
Hey, uh, I've never met you but I think we need to talk.
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Two more stoves are finished. As always, it's first come, first served.
It's starting to get nice out, huh?
I know I'm not always so social, but I think we should all get together on the beach and have a cook-out. What do you say, Aaron? How do you feel about barbecue?