The darkness in my mind has subsided to a conclusive degree. I am haunted by somber dreams of drowning bodies. My grandfather is dead, my mother is dead and I am, deep down inside, am dead as well. Project 11 has ruined my life, but then again maybe I was destined to find these papers. My father was in this organization. He was part of the experiments. What am I, but another puppet in their grasp. You see, things like these you cannot escape from. No matter where you go, what time it is, what part of the earth, could be the end of the fucking earth, and yet their eyes are on you. Dreams are a bad reality, because their eyes are also in those places, as well.
My sanity is quickly decreasing as each day continues. I am no longer thinking as I used to. But you know… I feel angry. I used to be wimpy piece of shit, but no more tears from me, only anger. I will kill whoever comes after me, I will have no remorse, I will end them, you just watch.
Oh god… those d̳̘̜̫ͅr̶̯͇̯̻e̥̘̘á̲͈̤̻͈m̢̼̱̝͎͎̝ͅs̟̲̗̳͓̙ ̭̦o̟̻̪̥f̸̫̩̙͎̱ ͏͙̰t̮̤h̥͖̜͙͉͙e ̢͎͕d̷̲ŗ̺͍̼̜͖̫o̢̬̼̩̹̖̜̤w̴͉n͖͉ị͖ͅn̞g͕ b̴o̧̝̟ḏ̮̲͍͡i̼̞e̝̰̖͚͈̮s̟̣͓̥̜̪̠,̨͖̞ Nothing but sorrow to see, and no pleasure to be found.
-Henry
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Project 11
Horror"The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist."
