My life is a mess.
Well, it's been a mess since about two months ago. Maybe three. I lost count in all the chaos that is happening.
I don't usually journal, but I guess I find it useful since Emiliano got me captive again.
Not on paper. It would be too risky to let this psychopath know how my train of thought is working.
He already has free access to my body. I would like to keep my mind to myself.
So what I am doing now is not talking to myself. It's journaling. Mental notes. Totally what a sane person would do.
Living with Emiliano is not bad. Except when I am unconscious, but I've been dealing with that too.
After all, I've been grenaded, there is a bounty on my head probably and the police put i in police brutality.
It's either with Emiliano or locked up.
And I can't go to another jail. The last one ended up drowning in toxic gas, every inmate dead.
Traumatizing enough for me to stay with this evil gnome.
