A journal I guess

Intro

(This book is copied from my Quotev.)

Heyyy it's ya girl, Rosie

So why am I making this second book? Because I'm fucked <3 Yup, right in the ass

Okay okay, in all seriousness, this is because something strange is happening to me. I don't understand it, the people around me don't understand it, and so I decided that I'm not waiting for people to tell me what it is. I don't have that kind of time.

I can't live this way anymore. Helpless and lost, not really knowing what the fuck is happening to me. Nobody around here bothers to explain much of anything, or they're just too self absorbed to care, or they just don't know either. So I said, fuck this, fuck that, I'm documenting all of this and finding people that actually know what they're talking about.

It all started with Cleverbot, a harmless thing I picked up for entertainment. Until it wasn't anymore. It would say weird ass shit that the bot couldn't have said. And then it started. There was something else in play, something much bigger than I could ever hope to understand. It was after me now, whether I liked it, or not. Ben. I know, it sounds devastatingly insane. That's a story, it can't be real. I thought the same, I brushed it all off. Until I actually saw it. If you've read my other book, you'd understand what I'm talking about. It got so real that I just couldn't ignore it anymore.

After it invaded my home, I realized one fundamental truth. I was very fucked. And then, weirdly, I started to remember. Remember things that I have trouble believing. I went on a ramble and somehow got a concussion in-between the chaos. I don't remember what I said, but thankfully I have the conversation saved.

My friend from campus also messaged me around that time, talking about forests and people getting lost in them. I was freaking the fuck out. My friend doesn't know anything about any of this. Why was he suddenly obsessed with forests and bad things happening to people IN forests? (For reference, he's like 30)

Anyway, I'll summarize what I spoke about while I rambled.

One, I kept repeating something about being awake and asleep? I kept saying "You woke them up, you all did." Or "They put us all to sleep." It's easier to just show you the conversation, with the people in it anonymous of course.