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I don’t know if I’ll be able to write another entry ever again. I feel I’m nearing the end; I’m having trouble visualizing a scenario where I come out of this sane, or even alive. So, if this is the last piece of writing I end up doing, thank you to all who’ve invested their time into my works. I’m thankful for that. Maybe people will pass this around as a ‘creepypasta’ or something. Either way, thank you for reading this, whether you know me, and you are reading this as my final minutes, or you’re just sitting in the dark, enjoying a creepy story. That’s all I ever wanted, for people to read what I wrote.
I think I may have lost a day during this, today is Sunday, but I don’t remember Saturday… So much has happened, I don’t even know how I can keep my fingers moving. I can barely see the words I’m typing, my vision obscured by great wells of tears. My life has fallen apart, and I know no matter how this ends, I’ll never be able to put it back together. I’m getting ahead of myself, let’s go back, when I was still sitting in McDonalds.