Al͞l͝ȩr͠g̢i̢es sưck

Ug͏h̢.̕ ͟I̸ go̷t h̷i͏t ̷*h͠a̵r̷d*͞ ͞wit͡h ̸th͏ȩ àl̸ler̕gy̡ log. I hate ̨G̀e͡o͝r̛g͡i̶a̕ a͢nd ̨ìt̨s̸ p͞oĺlen ço̢u͞n̶t o̵f s͞ev̴enty ́b͏ill͜ion.̷

̨Í'm͝ ̀fe͞el̡ing̶ ͏be͏t͜t̴e̴r͜ ͞th͏o̴ưgh͘, ͜final̶l̢y.

͘I ̕l̛u͝c̷ked҉ o͟u̵t̢,͡ ap͝p͏are͞ntlý ͡m̸y̶ g̢randf͏at̴her̨ ͞l̢e̕f̛t͞ m̛y͘ fam̸ily ̡an͘ ͘ol̕d M͟1911 ̷.45 ̀ànḑ I̶'ve͏ ̸been̨ ̴g̸e̷tt̨i͜ng f̷amiliar͡ wi͝t͞h ̷i̢t. T̶h́e d͘o͢w͞n̢síde͝ is̛ t͢h̶a̛t ͘my ͜D̷ad҉ is ̨g͘o̵i̷n͡ģ ̴to̶ ͝p̡re̛tty̕ much eńd͘ m͡e if ̴I en̷d͝ ̡u̵p h͟av͢ing̛ ҉to ͘f͡ir̨e ͢a͏t some̷t̢hi̵n҉g s̡h̨or̸t ̢of an axe ͝m҉ur͟d҉e̴re̷r c̢om̢in̡g̢ a͞ţ ͏me. ҉And͢ I͡ d͝ơn'͘t̴ ͞thin͜k͞ '̢ra͟n͞dom ̨d͢ickh͠oļe ́ẃit̛h a ̕f͟ręa͟k͡y̨ ̀m̸a͡sk'̀ ̴is g͝oing ͟to c͞u͘t̡ i͘t҉.

I͢s ̵any̨b̧ody̛ ͏e̸ve͏n réa̕d͘i̶ng͘ ̸tḩis? I ҉fęe͝l l̸̶̛͠o͏̵̡͡͝n͏̷ȩ͏͏l͟͡y̵̡̛͏.̴̢͟͢.̢́́͟.̴̢̨̢̛

They found my doctor

Th̶ey̸ ͘fo̡un͟d͏ my d͏octor in̡ h̷i̛s ̧hous̴e̢,́ ̨t͟ied ͜u͝p҉ a͠nd ́u̸n̵co͘ns͟cious̀.̵ ͘H̷e cląìm̕e̡d t̵o h̵ave no͠ ҉m͡em̴óŗy͟ of́ g̢iv҉i̷ng͞ m̶e̶ ͟àn̕y͟ different͡ ҉m̨e̢díc̵a̧tion͡,̕ an͞d͘ ͜he̕'s̀ p̶ut̛ ̴m͝e ̢b̴acḱ ̵on my̸ ͘old҉ mȩdi̛c͡a͠t̕io̶n. No̧ ͏l̛u̢c̛k o͟n fi҉nd̶i̛ng̛ his ̴c̸op҉y͜, ̷o͟r̢ ҉d͠o҉pp͢el͟gan̸gér̨. T̸h͠r̢e̕w̷ ͡t͡h̛è ̸nurse͏s i̧n̸t͜o̢ a t͢i̷zz̷y̴, ̸th͏at́'͏s̵ fo̸r͡ sure̕.͠ Go̴ing͢ ͘o̷n̷ and͠ ̶on ̶ab̕ǫut̕ ̛h̴ow ̵te͢rri͏fýin̨g ̕it҉ is I͘f͜͠ ̵̡ơ͞ǹ̴͜l̨̀y t͢͡ḩeý ͝kǹ̛e͟w.

.͏ I'҉m starti̧ǹg ͠to͏ rec͡ov͏e͟r aga͘in, ͟bu͡t ͜I ̵ca̵n'҉t ̢help҉ b̸u̴t̕ f͘eel ̕a̵s ͘tho͠ugh its҉...cha̷nge͏d̶ ͞so̵ḿe͝t͏hing i̕n m̛e.͘ I'm̢ n͜o̷t͜ sure ̧how e̵lse t̕o ̀pu̸t̴ ̢it.


Stella l͢óo̵ks ͘less͡ ͘w͠or͠rie͡d in my͟ d̛re̛am̡s̕.̵ ̵Í r̛em͝e͟mb̢ér h̛avin҉g ̢dre͏a͘ms ̀w͜h҉ere m̡y d͟ead͡ ̶gr̕an̷dmòt̢he͡r ̕w̵o̸uld be͘ ̀th̀ere͏.҉ She tol̢d ̷me͏ ҉th͏at͏ d͢ręa͜ms̛ ͟a҉r͝e how the͡ d̢ead ̴c̶o̶m̴e ́to ͟vis̷it͏ ͟th̡e͝ ̀liv̕i͠n̸g̶ ͟I ҉do͏n't k͞nơw͠ i̵f it ͟w͟a̧s̷ j̵u̶s͏t̸ ̶t̴he g͠r̶ie̸v̴e̕ s͠tr̨ićke̵n͠ ͠mind ̡òf a ͘y͢oun̡g kid ̴try͜i̷n͟g̕ t͢o ͡c͏op̶e͟ with o͞n͝ȩ o͞f ͝h͏is̡ c̷l̡o҉şés͏t͡ ̨fa̵m̧i͠ly ͞memb͘er͝s ̵dyin̕g͞,̧ ̵or͢ it͏ h͝as s̕ome weight̀ t̴o i̢t͝.̡ ͘I ju̶st͘ wish ̀s̢he҉'d ͝sa̛y s̢om̶e͠t̕hi̸ng̕ ̶i̡ns̡tea̵d ̸o̷f ̷jus͘t͡ ͘l̴o̵òk͜i͡n̸g aţ ͞me͡,̷ ̧n͠eve͜r̵ ҉taking ̢ḩer͜ ey̨e͝s ̶o҉f̴f ͟me͝.̵ No ma̴tte̕r͞ ͢w͜h͠at͠ h͠àp̢p̛eǹs ̕ar͞ound̶ ͜m͏e.
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I̶ mi͢ss Mema..s̛he aĺwa͠ys͝ ͠had ̡t̶he a̶n͏s̢wer tó everyth͝įng̡.̧

f̶u̷ck͠i̷n̴g̕ h̢ell

F̷eel̸ing ͘better. I k̴e͝e̴p̢ ̕s̛eein͏g̷ Stella,͡ s̛he l̷ooks ̷wo̴rr͠i̡e͟d.҉ ͘I've͢ ̀sto̧p҉p̴ed͠ m̧y͞ medi̛c̕a͠tion̛ ̸an̷d ev̨ęry̛t̛hi͜ng ̛sȩe͡m̨s ̕t͝o ͢be͜ g̡et́tin҉g be͞tter ͡a̢síde f͞ro͜m m̡y ͞mig̴r͏ai͏nes̢, ̷wh̨i̕c͟h̀ ́h̀a͘ve͞ sơrt́ of̶ ̢d͝o͢u͞bled́ in ͜in̸t͢e̵n͜si̷t҉y.͟ ͜
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͜I ̡t̷h̴re͝w ͟u̵p̷ a͞ fęw͝ mi͡nuţes ag͘o, a̕nd ̴i͏t̛ was a͞ll͠ ̀black̛ go̵o. ̡M͟uch ͢l͘i͜k̡e w͝ha͟t V́i̷vi͜ a̢nd ͟C͢h͝e̵sţe͠r ̀d̵escr̢ibed.͡ Looks͝ almo͜st ̵li͞ke͢ ̨I ̵f̴r͝enc̵hed̀ a͢n͜ ̵asp̢ḩal͟t ̀lay͢e͠r͢.͟
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I̛ ̛fee̴l hor̸rib̡le, ̧b҉ut͝ ̕a̡t l͝east I'̨v͝e̢ b͜e̢e̸n ̶c͜onsciou̢s ͝for͞ more͢ ̷t̢h͏an͝ t͟ḩree ҉h̕ou͡rs͠, ̴Ì ͝don͞'͟t͢ t̛hi̸nk̕ I'm͠ p͞a͜ssi̕n͠g o͟u͜t̴ ̵a҉gaíǹ a͘ņy͞ti̢m͟e s͢o̢on҉.

T̵hank ̕yo̡u͟ both, Ha͏rry ͢and ̛Ari̸ad͝ne.̸

G͠od͘ ͝m̧y͜ hea̛d̀ ̨h̢u̵rt̸ś.͘


Keep getţing d͜izzy̡ too͘.̛ ̴I͢ d҉o͟n'̴t ͘kno͘ẁ i̢f̨ ҉I͘'͝m͏ ̴o͠v͜ęr͟ th̕i͜s ̧o҉r͜ n͏̵͢o̴̸̢͠͏ţ͏̨͟͡

Ḫ̢̣͇͚̻̭̦̯̙̰̺ͮͫͬ̉̀ͭ̋̾̍͘͟E͗̇ͥ͛ͫͩ̒͋̕҉̱̜̗̝̳͎̭̙̳̲́̕͜L̨̐͒ͭ̓͋̏ͨͧ́ͯ͆͑ͤ̈́̏̈́̄͗̈́͜͠͏̰̪̗͉͇͙͓͠P̡̒͒ͪ̈ͪ̓̉͊̇̐̉ͩͨ̐ͫ̚͡͏̩͖̘͓̬̝̜̱͟

H͏̵̨̢͞É͠Ĺ̵̷̨̕P͏M͜͏̧̛͠È̸̀͜͟

F̴̀É͝Ȩ̷Ļ͏͞S̴̡͜ ̨҉́҉L͞͝͠Ì̸̢̡̡K̵̷̸Ȩ͟͡ ͢͠͝͞҉I̕͝҉M̴̷̛̛ ͜͠͡Ì̡̛͟N̡͝͏̡͠ ̴̀A͞͝ ̨́̕D̀́͡҉R̵̴̛͘͞Ę̶͟͝Ą̧̛̛͠M̀͟

K̢͘͟͢͠E̶͜͏̷̡E̵͏P̸ ̡́͝͏͝B̷̷̶̢͢Ĺ̷͟Ą̸̨C҉͠K̶͢I̷̡̧͞N̛͘͠͡G̕͡͝͞ ̛̛͝O͏͜U͝͏͘͠͝T̵͝͏̸͠

C̴A͞҉̷͢͢N̴̨͢͠͠T͏͠ ̸̷͘C̶̕͘͟O̴͟N̸͠͞҉C̀̕͜E͏̧́̕N̴̵̛͘T҉̸̀̀R̶͜͠͝Ą̵́͝T҉̶̵͞Ę̷̴͘

K͘͞Ȩ̶̡͡͠È̵̛͡P҉ ̸͞S̡̀̕͘͟È͘͟E̴̢̢̕Í̢̕Ǹ̴͢͞G̴̀ STELLA






Ḫ̢̣͇͚̻̭̦̯̙̰̺ͮͫͬ̉̀ͭ̋̾̍͘͟E͗̇ͥ͛ͫͩ̒͋̕҉̱̜̗̝̳͎̭̙̳̲́̕͜L̨̐͒ͭ̓͋̏ͨͧ́ͯ͆͑ͤ̈́̏̈́̄͗̈́͜͠͏̰̪̗͉͇͙͓͠P̡̒͒ͪ̈ͪ̓̉͊̇̐̉ͩͨ̐ͫ̚͡͏̩͖̘͓̬̝̜̱͟M̵̨̝̦͔̞̜̗̌̋͒ͬ̆̆ͦ͂ͧ͛̀̀͟͝Ę̛̫͍̤̜̰̩̘͚͈͚̬̫͗̄͑̆̓͒͋̔̌̕

feel like death warmed over

p̶̴̀ardo̴҉n if this  i̷͢͞s mispelled. I'm surprised I'm here writing on the blo҉g let alon҉e proof reading it.

Last night my parents could̡̛͢n't wake me up, so they took me i̷nto the neares̵̨͏t emergé͞ncy room.Woke up, pa̸͟le as a ghos͟҉t and feeling likȩ̷̕ shit.

I c͏͘an't sto̸p thr͘͡owing up.  r͜҉̷͞eally r̵̷̡̡eally feeling sick. trying to keep looking  u҉͢p̵̡̀͞  info on the  t͠͏́̕i̕̕͞etrodotoxi̕̕͞n.
Nǫ̷̛͘͝t getting ań̨̨ywhere.

Yeah, think I've got the flu.

Just got through sacrificing my breakfast to the great porcelain god.

Bleh, looks like I'm stuck in the house for the time being. At least I got my new medic͞҉̀ation for my migraines to͏̧day. Kind of odd though, ̢̛n̵̢͜ot like any pill I've ever seen. No symbols on the side or anything. Says it̴̴́͞s a new kind of pill based on the stuff I have been taking. At least I can ̨̨͠r̶̕elax a bit ḿ͟o҉̶̨re, lean back and l̢̡̀̕et myself heal.

Been a while

Everything seems to be dying down, I dunno why...

I haven't seen 'It' for a while...and I haven't seen anymore of its little minions.

Which frankly is starting to worry me. I'm starting to wonder if I'm just cracking...

Or if they just don't think I'm much of a problem anymore.

I keep dreaming about Stella though....she seems to be getting further and further away....and her face is...corrupted, its the only way to describe it.

My migraines are getting worse though, and I think the paranoia is getting to me. I'm looking paler in the mirror. More gaunt.

Maybe I've just got a bit of the flu.

Probably ǹờth̶̵̛i̕ņģ̷