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Entry 7:
Dear dickhead,
What the FUCK?! Who the hell gave YOU the right to write in MY journal?!
Its mine! Not yours!
JUST STOP! Stop with your little mind games! Stop trying to fuck with my head even more than what your death already did!
You're DEAD! What did I ever do to you!
Wait.. never mind that. If you're counting my chronos days.
But still! Just stop it Lenny! I deserve better than this! You're a part of my imagination! Stop tying to tell me what to do! Stop telling me things that I don't already know!
I know the team doesn't respect me. I know they couldn't care less if I lived or died, but they're the only people that can help me! Cause what if you're saying is true Lenny...
Then maybe, I can find you and rescue you. Hold you again..
After punching you in the face first of course. You deserve it for leaving me with these people in the first place! You should have just let me do it. You're the smart one, you would have figured it out by now and have me back.
Unlike me, I'm just a big dumbass. I'm fucking up everything. It's your fault! You shouldn't be dead!
.....
I'm not really pissed at you a Lenny. I'm pissed at myself. That I've found out that you are alive, and that I haven't got you back yet.
I won't stop looking. I'll find you. Just have a little faith Lenny. I've got this..
-Mick.