Preface
If anyone reads this, they’re probably going to think I’m crazy
Well, when I went through everything in here, I thought I was GOING crazy. But I’m not. I just have to write down what happened to me. I feel like I’m going to explode from the inside. All the hiding and the secrets, the constant lying and the knowledge that no one would really believe me if I did tell the truth.
But I’m telling the truth now. I can’t take this anymore. I’m so sick of making up things and forcing myself to lie to the people who only want to help. At least this way…I can get it all out.
Because everything I’m going to write did happen. There’s nothing that could convince me otherwise. How else would it explain all the changes that have occurred? Most people would take one look at this and promptly lock me away forever because I’m ‘delusional.’
I’m not delusional.
I know every crazy person says that…but here’s a case where it’s true.
So I’m going to hold nothing back. Everything just as I felt when I felt it, no changes, nothing. Maybe this will help the constant pain I feel from being stripped away from what I held dear for so long.
So this is my story. This is the story of what really happened in the library.
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