Late at Night

Hm. It's been a while since I've been up this late.

The police have came and went. They didn't find anything. I didn't show them this blog (what good could it do?), but I did show them the note. They didn't find anything on it besides my fingerprints.

They told me not to pull a stunt like this again, or I'd be under arrest.

They think... they think I did it. Me.

I can't believe it. At all. I've always been a good person. I follow the letter of the law except when it would be a really bad idea.

I feel awful now. I just want to crawl into a ball and let the world go by. People rushing here, there and everywhere, all around. They see the things in front of them, and the things behind their backs don't matter to them.

I don't want to drink. I need a drink. I'm doing more overtime than is good for me. I must work away everything. Work work work. If I keep working, maybe things will get better. I need to stop thinking about everything.

I'm just so tired... maybe I need to see my GP about this. Depression or whatever.

I just saw A's new puzzle. I don't care about it.
-The Lexiconical-

Turning the Key

Right. I'm sorry for not posting yesterday, but the police weren't keen to let me go.

After my last reply, I was assaulted. Right outside my own bedroom door. I sent my reply, shut down my computer and went outside the door. I talk a step out and the next thing I knew, the back of my head was killing me. It all goes a bit hazy after that; I must have passed out. I didn't see my attacker, but I know who it was. A. I dunno what he did, but my memory's very patchy after the initial hit. I dunno what happened after that, so I guess I just passed out immediately.

When I came to, I was in my own house. Right outside my bedroom door. The first thing I smelled was whisky, and the second thing I noticed was the fact that my hand was covered in glass. As in, sticking into my own skin. It hurt like heck, but I managed to get up and stumble around my house.

It's a mess. My attacker must have been looking for something. But here's the funny thing.

My key is in the lock. There's only one key to my house, and I had it.

So how did my attacker get in? Did they already have a key, or where they in my house for a while? There's a few closets and stuff which I wouldn't check in every day, but nobody could really stay hidden for that long... could they?

So I called the police, told them I'd been assaulted and my house broken into. The police are going to be combing over my house later today. I've been told not to clean up any of the mess, but I can't anyway. One of my hands is covered in bandages, so I won't be doing any heavy lifting for a while.

If I've got enough money after this, I'm changing the locks. Just to be safe.

I don't feel safe in my own home.
-The Lexiconical-

Stick-It

I'd thought they'd finally left. But apparently not.

I found that bit of sticky paper attached to my front door when I stumbled down the stairs, looking at me from my door. I peeled it off the inside of the glass and decided to post it up on here just so you guys could make something of it. There's nothing on the back, so the only thing on it is the big ol' A. Is there some kind of code with the circle, or is it just A fishing for responses?

Anyway, yeah. I bought myself a bottle of Penderyn earlier and I'll have some of that tonight. Should be fun.

-The Lexiconical-

My Apologies for Not Posting

Sorry about not posting! I just... I guess the word is "forgot?" I just had other things on my plate, so I ate those first before moving onto other things. Met Sub's boyfriend, and... yeah, sorry.

Raising my eyebrows at A's spam, but changed my passwords (again) just in case. Keeping an idle eye on P/P's blog; he said he's posting something today or tomorrow, but he's been re-watching Marble Hornets and EverymanHYBRID for a while.

So just... sorry. I'll try and keep up-to-date on these things from now on.
-The Lexiconical-

TEACHER

AND YOU WILL LEARN SO VERY MUCH

THERE IS NO JUSTICE. THERE IS NO RIGHTEOUS FORCE. THERE IS ONLY THE SELF.

OTHERS WILL LET YOU DOWN. YOU HELP YOUR OWN, WHEN ALL YOU HAVE IS YOURSELF.

WHY IS THIS STATE OF AFFAIRS ALLOWED TO CONTINUE?
~An Answer

Does It Matter How Much I've Been Posting?

According to Lexi, you guys have been asking about where I am?

I've just been so busy lately .w. I've got a new boyfriend, I'm looking for part-time work... So yeah, don't expect to be seeing me a lot on here, unless I suddenly get a lot more free time!

Also: P/P, we need milk.
~Sub

The Account's Working Again

It's done. A's changed my password back; don't worry, I've changed the password on this account and just about everything else I use. I doubt A will be able to hack into them now.

I've been feeling... I dunno. Fired up, I guess? I feel so much better now that someone's antagonizing me, for some reason or another.

In fact, I'm going to go jogging now. I feel great, even though I really known I shouldn't. Whatever!
-The Lexiconical-