It's 3:34 am and I've looked through my diary once again. I don't remember you. I remember reading something about Lenore and nevermore in high school. Poe, Edger Allen Poe and that's from his most famous poem. Is it the crow or the raven? It's been awhile but what do you mean you're my Lenore? I don't know you. I haven't forgotten you. I've never met you before. So who are you? You've now left random Latin phrases, warned me about some group out to get me, dirtied my book with your blood, and now claiming me as your lover? I don't get it. I left you my phone number. But no, you have to keep up this creepy crap. If you're going to keep pulling this bull then leave me alone. I don't need this. You're fucking up my life. I can't focus in class because I'm worried about someone breaking into my house while I'm in school. I'm in debt and my job isn't helping much there. I think I might be crazy. I am arguing with someone through my fucking diary. I hate my life. I woke up in my stiff bed that lies on the floor. I drove to school in my car that I don't know when it'll break down. I absentmindedly didn't hear the professor go on a tangent about something uninteresting. My friends could play pool so I sat in the corner thinking about my sanity because that's what happens when things get quiet. I skipped my next class and went home. I sat in a corner on the floor and traced out the patterns the sprayed paint had left. I ate what little I could with a headache that returned with a vengeance. Now I'm here.

He warned you to beware her madness. She seeks to own your very essence. The cabal will either use you or they will destroy you. She makes them seem like children in terms of might and immorality. He warned you of the cabal and their thirst for our kind. They are not all encompassing as her. If you take flight then you may outwit them. There is no escaping the woman in red for she resides in you. She will spill words of honey but like all roses they are surrounded by thorns. Do not heed her words or fall for her coercion. I have no other method of contacting you. I am speaking to you through *erased* and as such have no ability to converse with the use of phones. I know it to be far too troubling for a young man such as yourself, but none choose this gift. Trust me for I have seen the dark universe yawning where the black planets roll without aim, where they roll in their horror unheeded, without knowledge, or lustre, or name. I am like her aged beyond understanding. You are a part of us. I know my words confuse you and for that I apologize. The human mind lacks the capability to understand our true thoughts. .dleiy ro timbus ot reven egaruoc eht dna ,etah latrommi ,egnever fo yduts dna ,lliw elbareuqnocnu eht ,tsol ton si llA