A Mindless Journal

Day 1

I am writing this journal to get what would be my thoughts down.

I can’t seem to concentrate anymore. My mind is chaotic to say the least, with random ideas and feelings fluttering about. I don’t remember when exactly this started. A day ago maybe. It’s hard to determine.

Why am I writing? No one is going to read a dumb journal. This is pointless.

No, no, I need to explain how this began. So I can understand later. There was no real beginning. It was gradual, like a headache turning into a migraine.

I need medicine. I wonder if the next town sells medicine. No, no, I can’t. Not in my condition.

Right. Migraine. It was slow, but eventually I wasn’t able to concentrate at any length of time. My mind comes and goes. By the time I focus, I’ve already drifted off to a different subject…*there is random scratching and a vague picture of a circle of stones.*

Ah! I went off again. Oh this is torment. How is one to think with the mind scattered?

I’ve decided to leave. I can’t be of use here like this. I must find out what’s wrong. I can’t take this…*scribbling makes the next several words unreadable but you are just able to make out the last line* I believe this is caused by an outside sour…*the pen mark levels and runs off the page. Blood stains a large portion of the book corner.*

((Announcing Buttercup's roleplay event! Where she goes crazy and you have to find out why! This is a teaser of the first journal of many that will appear with clues inside. Actual event date/time will be announced later. Suggestion for times is welcome so that we might have more included!))