Friday, June 13, 1973
Dear Diary,Mother said I need to stop walking around the television at night. I quite honestly don't remember anything. Anyways, I went outside and, to my surprise, Micheal was there. He was just standing there. And staring at the door. My door. I don't really mind it. Maybe he just really wanted to hang out today. He said he wanted to show me something, but it had to wait. That I wasn't ready, yet. I don't understand why he can't just show me now. I still haven't found Melvin and I'm starting to get worried. Come to think of it, a lot has happened at this house and we haven't been here that long. Have we? I don't quite remember. Remember. Why can't I remember. God. I... I... I. Can't. Remember. Why. Me. Why. Me. Why? Why? Me. It's me.
Signed,
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