dear friends and family, I have been tormented for 3 days without sleep, food, and water by a voice that I cannot identify. it has started to tease me about my deepest, most primal fears that I have never told anyone about. I cannot stand living in my own head anymore knowing that I will have to be questioning this event for the rest of my life. I will be opening the door to welcome whatever stands on the other side. I have my pistol loaded in case I need to protect myself. if you do not hear from me again, it is likely because it has killed me. take care. love, mark
