Over and over, they scream!
What are they saying? It's driving me fucking mad! I can't stand to listen much more and that's why I'm here.
I sit at the end of the dock as I write to you today. Maybe this is what they want. A part of me feels like they've led me here. I've walked for days. Haven't slept either. I don't even think I'm in The Hills anymore. I've come to this lake.
It's called me.
It wants me
They want it.
But what do they want exactly? I have this sick feeling inside of me. A feeling that knows exactly what they want, or maybe its not them at all, maybe its what's left of my sanity. Telling me to--
No.
. . . No?