Saturday, October 14th

Something was wrong with me last entry. I'm not sure what, but I was just insane.

Something's broken. I don't know what.

I am beginning to be able to attest for the theory that I am really locked away in a mental institution now. Or maybe I just wish I was so that I could have some form of escape from the insanity of the daily grind.

But then again, I still have the forest, don't I? So really I have my escape. The forest and this notebook. So I'm ok, really. I can put my thoughts down and be free if only for a few minutes. Maybe this is good for me. Or something.

There are machines out in the forest now, you know. This disturbs me because it means they're going to start clearing, instead of just marking the trees. I think I pissed them off a few days ago, by going around and removing the bands that signify the removal process. HEhe. But they'll never know it was me. No, I got away perfectly scott-free.

I'm not really afraid of much I don't think. But, I'll tell you a secret reader. I don't want to be insane. Not that I am or anything, but I keep thinking that maybe, just maybe I might be losing it. But you know that already, if you read my first entry. Or the first part of this one. Re-reading Tuesday's entry, I worry. That wasn't me writing, I don't think.

I'm not that angry, and I don't hate people, do I? Not that I know of anyway. Maybe there is something in me that is… I don't like that thought.

But then again, I didn't write that entry in the forest either. I think this place makes me sane. Calm. I can hear the birds singing. I don't know how much longer, but I will hold on to it for as long as I can. This place is everything to me.

Oh my god, I fell asleep writing How long have I been out? My watch says its 6pm. I don't think I would have woken up if it wasn't for the lady bug that decided to walk across my right eyelid.

I need to get home. Why am I still writing?

N.