Alright I am back in action!
Well, I'm a tad malnourished, but I'm back in action none the less! On a side note, if you've barely eaten anything in God knows how long, eating a hamburger is a bad idea.
Anywho, the Dog is gone (for now) and the mark on my arm is sort of gone. It's strange, I can see a faint outline of the mark, but nobody else seems to see it and I can't see it in the mirror. Maybe it's like a calling card or a reminder that he's always around. Or I'm going insane.
I have a feeling it's the latter.
I'm still pretty shaken up by all of these memories that have come back but...I hope I can avoid letting this eat away at me.
Aw jeez. I'm just not good with words sometimes.