Private Property

11

Dear diary, they're getting the worse, the headaches. It's like someone is sticking their hand inside my brain and is just rummaging around. Prodding and bursting things at their own will. I haven't told anyone about them because I don't want anyone to be worrying about me. I'm sure it will pass… it has to. I can't hide it much longer. They cripple me. It's too much to bear. I can't do anything about it. As soon as it starts there is no going back. It's like my whole body shuts down half way. Far enough that I can't do anything, but just at that point where I can feel all the pain. My body squirms and struggles to fight it but I am always defeated. Things are getting weird. The crows are still following me. I thought it would pass but it hasn't! Also, I keep feeling like someone's watching me, studying my every move. Weird right. It's so strange and I feel like an idiot even writing it. But I can't help the feeling. Mum was into this whole witchy jew-jew stuff. If only she was here. At the moment I think I might actually believe her prediction. I used to think it was just another strand of imagination. Maybe there is something behind it. Or maybe I'm just going crazy. Right now, I'm not sure what to believe.