Noland's a dead end. Was expecting some kind of guru or something. Got some confused little kid with abandonment issues.
As for my anti-SM army? It's like trying to herd cats. Adrian asked me what the hell I was talking about (he's twitching, not a good sign), George basically told be to screw off, and almost everyone else is avoiding me like the plague. Frank's in, but probably not for long.
God, I just need to figure out a way to fight this. I'm sick of staying up all night with a flashlight pointing at the corners of my room. I'm sick of windows. I'm sick of losing time. I'm fucking sick of seeing him everywhere.
As for what I've seen going on lately, the most significant event is Zero becoming a goddamn psycho. Good for him. A madman is what we need. The fewer runners there are the better. Of course, I'm not going to let him chop me up and steal my bones, but that's just self-preservation.
I'm already dead.