Augest 11th Entry Sixty-Six.

[Alot of scratched and erased pencil marks lie on this page]

As I try to write something I never quite notice how much or fast time passes, I trust the other bartenders know what to do when I'm not around...much less to a full on ShinRa barrage that just walked past. I'm still being careful...wouldn't be pretty if they checked records, though maybe that Turk burned them...covering his tracks.

Makes me think of two years ago, when the ShinRa patrols increased, frisks were mandatory in the slums especially if someone was on the loose. half the time it was just......nah. best left forgotten, I've put that behind me now.

doesn't mean MP's make me feel any better....not to mention that guy, haven't seen him in a while...I still don't believe him...why would've Souma gone for a guy like that? some mysteries weren't meant to be solved I guess....

I've been overworking again...been sick to my stomach. had to have surgery done to my left upper arm again since the sensors are beginning to malfunction for my forearm. uncomfortable while sleeping...or trying to sleep. but the pain is good, it tells me I'm alive. it keeps me awake. and makes sure I get the job done so I can come back.

the fog was...pretty bad for the past while in Sector 2. haven't been taking my medication at all these past few weeks...I've been trying to quit it...but it's making me paranoid. scared. of everything that moves. anyone that gets close to me...it makes me remember...seeing things I shouldn't see anymore. Aoi keeps telling me I don't have a choice but to take the medication with how I work...and how far my stress disorders have become a roller coaster of unpredictability since early last year.

I hate being sleepy.
It's a horrible...horrible feeling.