DEAR DIARY,
It's Friday, I'm at the library. Sweaty and tired. I don't really feel like writing anymore.
A little irritated that I deleted what I wrote before, here. It didn't matter. I was asked to leAVE college due to security issues. I'm in the middle of a lawsuit so I can't say much more.
I hopped on a bus and several trains before winding up in Los Angeles. It's different than I remember but not much.
I spent last night sleeping outside of the Korean Consulate. I tried to go in and security wouldn't let me pass. I'm craving a cigarette. Lucky Strike sponsored me. So did KFC. Still, I'm sitting here relatively unwashed and feeling slightly ill.
My memory keeps getting erased. Or rather, scripts are been run and sent to a piece of machinery implanted into my body, and then erased. I've been dealing with this for a LONG time. They can't add any more hardware to my system so now, I'm reliant on food. There were people shoving shit in me too. Some old military communication tactic. I'm in quite a bit of pain. Activists and combat medics try to slip me drugs, and they keep getting stole. It's just like I remember when I was a kid.
Lots of people keep trying to get me to leave but I just won't. I've been out of town a number of times and it hasn't gone well. The government is shutting down. I feel like I need to stay here because of a number of codes and documents recorded in Korean that make it easier for me to function and protect myself. It's not something I have much evidence of, so I'm feeling pretty uncomfortable about it. Trying to lay low and not take up too much space. The truth is, I'm really fucking agitated. I've had terrorist groups totally infiltrate my system and harassing me with radio massages claiming continuously to be Kpop idols, as detailed in this fan fic. What isn't fiction is that I believe this is a hate crime against us and so I gave them power of attorney. I heard these people saying they are violently opposed to the "spying" done by them remotely through companies like Nvidia. I don't think that they have a biological choice.
I've been having a lot of vivid dreams and flashbacks about how this all came about. Off planet colonies and space ship crashes. So I'm trying to just move slowly and stay relatively calm. They're telling me there is a process by which all of this damage can be undone and it's not enjoyable at all to me most of the time. I know things are happening but it's like I just cannot recall it visually. I think it's because of my optic nerve being compromised by LED encoding methods that had attached themselves to electric pulses in the atmosphere.
I'm not sure what is going to happen to me, but I'm not planning to leave LA anytime soon.
I hope everyone stays safe out there while we figure this out.