Breakdown

Feeling...odd.

Not...bad. Just odd.

I feel...not itchy, exactly. But something close to it. Like there's...something under my skin. Trying to get out.

And I'm...horny. Like, hornier than I've ever been in my life.

I keep thinking about Gwen. What she could do to me. What I could do to her.

This might have been a really bad id

(The sentence cuts off. The page has been ripped and torn in several places.)

Gwen GWEN gWEN

help me

hold me

fill me

take me

TAKE ME LIKE THE ANIMAL I AM

GWEN

(There is a stain on the page.)