LOG 08
I think it stopped following me.
That should make me feel better. It doesn’t.
The pressure is still here, just quieter now. Like something standing behind a wall instead of right in front of me.
I’ve been losing time again. Minutes at first. Then longer gaps. I find pages open that I don’t remember clicking. Words typed that don’t sound like me.
I reread the older logs today. Some of them feel wrong. Too confident. Too certain.
Like someone else wanted me to sound calm.
I hesitated before clicking a link earlier.
That pause felt important.
Like being careful and deciding actually weakens it.
If anyone finds these logs, read them slowly. Don’t skip. Don’t rush.
I don’t think it likes that.