Entry #3

I was awake the entire night, how can someone human possibly deflect bullets with a knife so fast? I’m starting to get even more nervous that he can get inside my house no matter what so I can’t let my guard down now that he’s angry…

I keep hearing scratching noises of the tip of his knife through the roof. I took out my phone to call 911 and by the time I was about to dial it right away, I received a message from someone, it wasn’t saved in my phone before but the name is “PW” saying, “You’re not going to call the cops on me would you darling? I did all my best to give you gifts every day in your mailbox such as funeral flowers and dead bugs and love letters inked with blood in it… and you HAD TO F**K IT UP! You always deny me, you always run away from me, and the worst of all that broke my heart was that you tried to even kill me! I won’t forgive you for this, I WON’T!”

I wanted to check his number through his profile in my phone but the numbers were all hashtags. I wanted to trace the number for the cops to give evidence but I can’t… they’re censored with hashtags.
It was all night that I’ve been like this and I couldn’t sleep, by the time dawn came, I fell asleep. I woke up late in the afternoon which I also overslept until 4 o’clock in the afternoon. I went to brew some coffee then I saw coffee in the kitchen table with a message next to it. I opened the message and says, “I’m sorry I was mad at you, it was all my fault, maybe I should have taken things slower for you. If you’d like to get to know me, go to Palengke of Guagua’s Plaza. You’ll find her as a gangster with pink hair and a camouflage jacket. I love you! –Your Lover, Patchwork”

I thought that the coffee had poison but I didn’t care anyways because I was too tired to think. I’m so tired, I’m going to end the entry right now.