The secret life of Dank Daddy Kenpai

Journal, my old friend

Hey Journal, my old friend. I write in you while sitting in padded cell. I guess I was Right, I'm crazy, Im dangerous, and I no longer care. Doing bad is all I remember from those months of transformation.

Marry dropped a note as she usually does, saying she does not blame me, that I was under so much stress... Yada Yada. But this time she also drops of you, my beloved journal. You hold all my secrets, that Marry refuses to read because she wants to remember me as I was when I was sane.

Welp, lets read shall we?

Hey Journal, sorry that I forgot about you for two weeks, but I can't do most daily things, much less remember to write.

Its getting worse... Now I hear voices, well, voice. just one. It seems to be a deeper and creeper version of my own. Mary has approached me because she can tell that I am getting jumpy. I have problems editing my videos because I can see a second shadow that follows my movements. I see myself differently when I re-watch my videos, I change. when there is violence, My eyes change color. I can't even tell what color it is, it's only there for a split second when I look directly at the camera. None of my viewers can see it, but I'm sure that It's not a fluke.

Mary want's me to turn the lights off now, so I guess this is good night Mr. Journal.