Giving Up On The Day Thing
Dear Diary,
Drawing isn’t working out.
All I do is scribble circles and think about how this activity isn’t helping me escape.
I’m back to grabbing ley lines. Lately, I can hold on for five full minutes before I give up and let go. Sure, that feeling of my skin falling off grows more intense. Yet the last time I grabbed a ley line?
More strangeness.
It looked like my skin really peeled away. And not in a gross sense, either.
What was left behind was me, only taller and with bigger wings. This marks the second time I’m seeing people while causing myself unthinkable levels of ouch. First was the blue lady with the blindfold. Second, I got an altered me.
Once again, I have a theory.
Humans believe that angels find you after you die. In my case, these vision
