Nobody knows of the demons at the 394. Last night, he shoved me against the wall and grabbed my throat. I butchered myself with my
largest knife. He says he no longer has my key.
He “lost” his keys.
I’d like to believe this because I am afraid.
Last night,
he pissed the bed and said “fuck you” in his sleep. He’s gone. Soon, I’ll be too. He puked or shit or something. Some kinda bodily fluid, chunky and brown allover the bathroom floor. I cut myself with my butcher knife. It fell somewhere behind the futon. I’m scared. Probably more scared of myself than of him.
There’s a mysterious hole in the wall today....
and red wax ALL THE FUCK over.
How do you get wax out of carpet?
He threw a candle. He threw more, but I was drunk and I can’t remember. I called.
Uh
someone 3 times last night. A dude answered. I called from the man of self-destruct’s phone. I had morning hangover coffee sickness today.
I took him to a hotel. I bet he’s dead.
I hope not.