Report #74 2013, April 18th.
I'm going to make this short, since my arm is hurting like crazy right now and it's hard to type.
It was me, it was me who attacked Vikady in the Van.
It was also me who attacked Vikady today in his apartment and kidnapped him, problem is, during todays "Beating up" process, I was there along with me.
Confused yet? So am I.
When Vikady posted that post, I ran to his hotel. (I knew what motel he was staying at, since I followed him when we agreed to separate for a little while. I always knew where he was, I'm a cheater.)
When I arrived, I saw myself standing over Vikady's unconscious body, I could tell he was unconscious because he was still breathing. And I don't mean the same clothing, my face, it was my hair, my beard, my eyes, everything about that guy was identical to me, it was like I was looking into a mirror, but a mirror can't hit you in the head with a wooden leg of a chair and then dislocate your arm.
As you can tell I was took by surprise and was rendered unconscious, later today when I woke up, Vikady was gone, as was this impostor. But that was me, I can tell, a persons eyes never lie, that wasn't someone who did plastic surgery, that was a person who was born looking like that. It wasn't an illusion, illusions can't hit you.
What the fuck is going on? I'm either losing it, or the world is losing it.
Report #74 Ended.