(CW: THERE IS SA IMPLICATIONS HERE.) [ June 23rd, 2006 ] Today, despite my reluctance to, I returned to Aquiz Labs. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected, but it was still a horrid experience having to be there regardless. ██████ was there, which surprised me a tad. It was nice to catch up with them. Silas was more than happy for me to be in the lab, he wouldn’t shut up. I was expecting him to try and experiment on me, or something stupid like that. Or even punch me for how I treated him during the break-in. He didn’t even mention it. It was almost as if he had forgotten it. The visit wasn’t too bad. Until a certain point. Too many people recognized me. He did too much to me. I hated it there. I wish he had let me leave when I was supposed to. Why did he make me stay? Why did I let myself stay? I could’ve stopped it. My body felt like it was burning. He wouldn’t get off me. He wouldn’t stop touching me. God, it was horrendous. His lips. I wanted to rip them off. It was horrible. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I hated it. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. I HATED IT. This is why I hate writing in this stupid journal. I knew I should’ve burned it. Sora wouldn’t stop asking me if I was okay. Everything was just too much. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to. It was an accident. I was overwhelmed. I’m a monster. What’s wrong with me? I hate this parasite. Why me? Why did I have to be infected with it? Out of all the people in the world. Out of all the people to be obsessed with, why me? He ruined me. He ruined everything for me. I can’t stare at the mirror. I’m getting off track. I’m going to bed.
