Going back through these entries,
trying to pick up on something that might be helpful. In retrospect a
lot of it seems entirely insane.
I'm lucid right now, thanks to my meds,
and I don't remember ¾ of what went on. It's that memory loss thing,
which sounds like a cliché, but my condition prevents my brain from
writing new memories while I'm having episodes. And even when the
episode is over, my brain is messed up, so when I get back to normal,
it's like it treats my episodes like a reality glitch. Like they
never happened.
It's kind of terrifying.
The video with me on the stairs is
particularly weird, to say the least. I was definitely out of it, and
whatever the hell is on my hand I have no idea how it could have
gotten there. Maybe I put it there.
Anyway, getting away from that, I'm
actually a bit relieved. I think I recognize those stairs. They're in
an old house, near my hometown. I spent a lot of time there, when I was young.
I honestly have no idea why I was
there. But it's possible I left something behind. I guess it's time
to go pick up after myself.
Stay in touch, guys. I think I'll have
an update about that USB drive pretty soon.
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