[Public, Because He's Not Thinking of Locks Right Now]

[clockwork_doc]

(OOC: This follows off from this thread. So backdated like whoa.)

[The following is written VERY sloppily and is very watermarked – still readable, but barely]

I -- I --

oh God

I don’t know what's real anymore, is any of this real or am I still there

I want this to be real i don't want to be there i dont' want any more operations

great scott i'm so scared

be real, please be real i don't care how insane you are chicago be real

oh God get out of my head GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!

Comments

[thecellsiam.livejournal.com]

I...I don't know how long ago this was written, but are you okay? Well, from the entry, no, but -- anything I can do, anything like that?

[clockwork-doc.livejournal.com]

I'm a little better now. I just -- had a run-in with someone who apparently saw Andrew standing behind me, and -- I panicked, I guess. Thought for a while that I was hallucinating all of this, that I was back in Arcadia. . . .

I think I understand better what you meant that one day when you said you were worried this place wasn't real. I'd had my own fears on the subject, but I hadn't -- contemplated them like that. I think I

Honestly, just knowing you're around and real makes me feel better. Though if you want to schedule another visit in the future (maybe for time-machine related purposes?). . . . Speaking of which, are you okay, then? I know our get-getogether ended up being something of a clusterfuck, if you'll excuse my language.