i did it. i read the notebook. The whole thing. He was there with me the whole time. He showed me all of it. I wasn't just reading it, I was living it. The Stranger, Him, everything. And I know that there is no hope. He's waiting for me, all the time. All of them are. There's no hope, no hope for any of us. One by one, we will fall. It's not a matter of if but when. Eventually, we're all doomed.
Fuck it. I'm going on my own terms.
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