Oct 20th
Oh Jessica, it must have been nice to live life to your own desire. To do all you wanted to do. You know, when I think back, you didn't once come visit me while I was being poked and prodded mentally by those psychologists. You didn't show up when I sat in my white padded room, crying and calling out to any damn familiar face. I only found comfort in the darkness of my mind; in the deep seated hatred of what my life became. She's so lucky that she's with my mother and Rebecca. Otherwise I would show her how much suffering I had to endure.
YOU ARE READING
The Journal Of Julius Corvus
HorrorTo whoever finds this book, since I'm terrible at keeping track of things sometimes, please return it to P.O. Box 12. My name is Julius Corvus. Hmm, this feels a bit out of place. Ah, whatever. If I wasn't clear, this is my journal and it contai...
