[his writing is back to normal, shaky and nearly illegible. there are many dots between words as though he was giving each deep thought.]

I am
so tired.


I am myself again, I think.

I lost something two nights ago. It was not a dream.


Examples of how I am at their mercy, physically and mentally.
I cannot give up, but what am I fighting for?
From the outside, it appears I have already lost.

I am still alive. For now that is enough.

I don't have the energy to give either matter more thought. I already fear for my mental stability; it may be best to avoid exertion for a time.

I am still hallucinating, but it is not as severe as last night.