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June 18, 2013
Someone must have sent a hex bolt at me without me noticing. I had lots of sores on my limbs, and they were all itchy. The itch lurked at the edge of my mind, only kept at bay by sheer willpower, which I hadn't much of. Well that's an exaggeration. To be fair, some meds I just took should be able to ease it a bit, more than my will can.

I must have been vulnerable to his or her attack this time, because I just acknowledged my blankness today. I have no will of my own; I'm an empty slate.