How?

Retroactively published in August 2026 before getting rid of the notebook that this was written in.

I'm not even sure if I can make it.

I've got less and less money. And he [my father] almost hit me yesterday.

I... I'll see 2027, certainly, but how? 

"People"

 Retroactively published in August 2026 before getting rid of the notebook that this was written in.

Maybe there wasn't a mole, at all.

"People have come to see me about this". "People". Not "someone". People. Maybe the others noticed that she had been acting strange too. 

Hopoe, perhaps I wasn't the one to "work myself up". Perhaps you just got spotted.

Resignation

 Retroactively published in August 2026 before getting rid of the notebook that this was written in.

Resignation. Part of me already is there. The other is still fighting.

Shitty that Rose [a middle-school era friend of mine!] is in the south. But eh, that's life.

Either way, we're all on some sort of belt conveyor that carries us to the end. I will get there. Even if I don't want to accelerate the process. Not anymore. Survival instinct has taken over against my will.

No shortage of pain in life. Just a cruel lack of presence.

Mmh.