Sunday, February 22, 1973

Currently, everybody is sleeping right now. This is the best time to write because all is quiet, well the voices aren't really quiet but they will be, eventually... maybe after this session.

These writing sessions help me keep my sanity, the demon that tells me to kill, well I don't really know.. but I don't think I did it.. I don't.. well I didn't. Right? I don't really know. I think the worse thing would be if I didn't remember, but I don't remember.

I didn't kill...

who me? Oh no, I'm Jeremy, nobody ever suspects me of anything, well the voices suspect me of everything but I don't always act upon it... no they're not real. Jeremy, get it together! You're fucking sick.. Here I go again. They don't ever really speak, right...

Well today, it was just another day. I slept most of the day. It wasn't until I woke up. When I woke up there was a policeman at my door, he put me in cuffs until my sister Sara came running around the corner to tell him it wasn't me. Then he let me go. Yea... just another day for Jeremy. haha, I didn't do anything.. right? I was sleeping..