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Journal Entry #1:
I’ve never journaled before, and I’ve never planned to. But after what has been happening to me for the last month, I think it’s about time I start.
So, if you don’t know, which you don’t cause this is a book that nobody’s gonna read, I got bit by a spider a month ago. 4 weeks. On the dot. I have NOT been okay since then. The weird bump on my wrist turned into a weird looking slit, but not in the cut way, in the “THERE IS A POCKET IN MY SKIN” way. And, apparently, it spread to the other wrist. So, now I have 2 wrist pockets that I have no idea the purpose of.
Another thing I have noticed in the past month, is the increased amount of times I have stuck to things that I did not wanna stick to. I’m going to go through them in order. Or atleast, the most memorable ones since it’s happened so much.
- I was brushing my teeth, and wouldn’t you know it, my toothbrush won’t come out of my hand.
- My pillow wouldn’t come off of my hand one morning
- Tried to hop a fence and instead bashed my head against the fence after my hand stuck to it
- My hand got stuck in my own hair, almost ripping it out
- Got spooked and stuck to a wall
- Tried to throw something at Pony, had to play it off like I was just joking instead
So, for some reason I’m very sticky lately. What a sticky situation, right?
I hate this.