I have a blog...

So...I...really have a blog don't I?  This isn't a weird dream, or my imagination, this is MY blog...No, lie, it's gotta be a lie guess I,look, I should put an entry then.  I don't remember even making this.

Ehh,,,I don't know what's going on.  I've rambled about Jen being dead, that I'm being followed,
none of that happened.  Jen moved away, and my birthday isn't until next month.
Damn it, that pary was for Jen, to say goodbye to her.

Everyone...I'm insane, that's gotta be it.  I spoke to her just last week over the phone,
really. She's even supposed to visit tomorrow to pick up some things she left.
Man...She even sent me a farewell gift, a peculiar little mask.  It looks like it was designed
after the makeup Kiss, that one band from the 8-s or 90s wore.

Now...this'll be my last entry.  I don't know what I was doing, why I thought that I killed her...

Goodbye anoyne who actually read my insane ramblings.

Followed

Guys...I'm being followed.

Someone is following me.  I think they have been for a while now.  I've been depressed after...you know, what happened not too long ago,  so I didn't notice.

Maybe Jen can help me...She'll have to, it's almost my birthday.  She alwa

...

...I don't know what to do.

I...I posted last only yesterday...right?  It's just a glitch...the wrong date.  I know I posted only yesterday.
I've...I've been missing for a month...haven't I?...
It...it was me...it had to have been.
Oh God, what have I done?
I'm going insane...there's no other explanation for it.

I'm sorry Jen.  I'm so sorry.

I must be insane...I was rambling about a woman with no hair in some of my posts...I don't remember anything about that.  I'm losing my mind, I killed her, I

I don't know what I should do...


All I have left of Jen...is this old notebook she lent me.  She sure loved to scribble.  A thin man.  A fat man.  A mask.  The moon.  A very messy sphere, the lines go right through to the other side of the circle.

...Please forgive me Jen.

Missed.

I know I haven't posted in a couple days.  I didn't post because I was called in by Jen's parents to come and help them with her things.  Stuff like her posters, video games, and random stuff that she had lying around the house.  It took a little while to get things sorted out...

Something isn't right about this whole situation...Everything I find...makes it look like...

Like I did it.

My clothes, my lack of memory...I'm fucking terrified.  It's getting late, but I guess I can keep writing for a few minutes.  I'm gonna post this in the morning.  So it'll be April 3rd. when this goes up.

...There's a woman at the door, I can't see who it is, I think she's tall though.  I can barely see her shoulders... I'll be right back.

Gone.

Jen's gone...

I'm...I'm sorry.  I can't type out an entry today.  But I guess I should explain what's going on.

She's dead.  Jen is dead.  My best friend in the whole world...  They've...I think I'm about to throw up.  They've found only the...bottom half of her.  It was horrible, I'm just glad...just glad I didn't have to see it. 

They took me to the police station for questioning, they thought I did it...because that part of her was found outside my house.  They asked where I was between the time of 7:30 and 8:30 of March 30th 2011.  Yesterday...My birthday.  I told them I was playing a couple video games Jen bought me, she had just left...I lied.  I don't know what I was doing then.  I can't remember anything between when Jen left and when I woke up this morning.  I must have fallen asleep, but if I answered with that, I probably wouldn't be here typing...Whoever did this...if the police catch him, I might not be able to stop myself.


7: 45...I don't know what to think anymore.  I just found a pair of clothes in the laundry, covered in blood.  My clothes.  I wore them just yesterday...  I think...I think whoever did this was in my house.  Does that mean it was someone over for my birthday?...No, I shouldn't jump to conclusions, I shouldn't even be thinking about this.  This is a job for the police.


7: 50 I've gotta stop, there's someone at the door, I can't see who it is too clearly, but I think it's someone with the police.  Looks like a woman...but they don't have any ha

Hair.

Jen seems to be back to normal, though I still don't know what freaked her out in the first place.  She won't tell me, and I can't ask about it, she might freak out again...

My hair had finally gotten to the length I like it, so you know what that means?  Yep, I was forced to get a hair cut.  Fuck it's too short.  My hair barely reaches the back of my neck, and the bangs are about an inch above my eyebrows. Jen took/forced me to some old wierd barber, who didn't listen when I asked to at least keep the bangs the same length.  Fuck!  I'm sorry if I seem irritated, it's because I'm downright pissed.

Anyway, after arriving, there were four people ahead of us.  And guess what?  One of them was fucking BALD!  I can't quite place remember what he looked like other than he was bald, and dressed well.  Jen left me there.  It may have been a trick of the light, but she looked pale.  I must have fallen asleep just waiting there, because when I woke up, the barber was finishing the last one ahead of me.

A woman about the age of fourty-five.  The bald guy just sat there, didn't even get up, so I guess he...looking back on it, they might have been a woman.  She had a womanly figure, the fact she was bald must be why it sticks out in my mind. I guess she's a friend of the barber.  The haircut was boring, or at least I assume it was.  I can't remember actually getting in the chair or having the haircut, but I remember it ending, and looking at myself in the mirror and complaining...

So all in all, a wierd day . . .

I need to stop short today, my phone is ringing.  Probably Jen asking about my haircut.  She's gonna laugh when she sees how short it is.

I made an oopsie...

I'm thinking of only responding once every two days.  Too much of my free time is being taken up for me to respond every day.  So I guess I'll have to scrap that 'time by time' thing I had going.  I liked it too...
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Jen's been acting wierd lately.  She seems scared of something.  And won't even look me in the eyes on some days.  She said something about me acting wierd lately before whatever happened to her happened...but I have no idea what she means...

The only thing I can think of is how I'd get ticked off after she makes me exercise, and just sit there complaining about how she wished she was thinner while watching me do all the work.  Don't see why, she's not overweight or anything.  She's not incredibly skinny either, but what weight she does have isn't really that noticable.  Anyway, I snapped at her once.  I actually yelled at her about how if she wanted to be thinner
she should get off her lazy ass and do what she's making me do.  I think my exact words were: "If you wanna be slender so much get off your lazy ass and do these damn exercises your making me do!"

She still comes over to hang out and she says we're still best friends...though she's been looking more and more tired the last week.  Looking back on it I feel kind of bad, and I've apologized multiple times, but she says that has nothing to do with it...I wonder why what I said is bothering her so much?


Anyway, another thing I guess I should say.  I've been having these wierd...visions?  Ha, that sounds so corny.  I don't know what to call it.  In the middle of nowhere I remember...something that seems interesting, and when I try and think on it more, I forget what it was in the first place.  Been happening to me all day too.  Probably a dream I had that I'm remembering.  Seemed epic too.