I’m Easy to Forget.

I don’t even think people honestly care enough about me to read, but here I go..

I’m still getting worse. I feel like it’s going to be worse than last time. Last time I was threatened with the hospital  This time I might be forced to go. Everything is going downhill. Frank’s back. Doesn’t speak though. He only watches now. When I’m outside it’s terrible. I feel like someones there with a gun or a knife, coming to kill me, but every time I turn, no ones there. It seems now, that there is a person there, just waiting, following me around.Invisible. Waiting for the right time,right place. Each day is worse than the last. A few happy days are mixed in, but that feeling is still there. It can’t go away. 17 is still the number. 12 is magic. Wonder if anyone will notice if I’m gone or even care. Won’t matter to me, I’ll be in Hallaqu, with Frank, Austin, Goob, and 200. I doubt anyone will notice my absence, or if they do,they will get over it fast. I’m easy to forget.