Now, before I begin, let me just say that what I am doing might cost me my job and, possibly, my life. This is meant to be top secret and not to be shared with the public or the Internet. I know I have said this many times, but I just need to get this clear and make sure that you understand.
Anyhow, with that being said, let’s get on with what you came here for.

Diary Entry #1
6/1/13

I honestly don’t know why I’m even writing in this. The doctors said that it would help me with my disorder, which they still haven’t figured out what it is yet. Oh well; I have enough patience to wait.
I guess I could start by introducing myself; my name is Robert and I’m thirty five years old. I’ve been suffering from this sickness for as long as I can remember.

I don’t really remember much of my childhood, which isn’t a good thing I know. All I remember is me having temper tantrums and my mom going off on my dad. I didn’t really have that many feelings for my mother. I’m not saying that I don’t love my mother; believe me I love her to death. I’m just saying that she didn’t take responsibility for me. My dad cared about me the most and he’s my fucking hero. He’s the one that got me out of there. It didn’t really make my disorder any better. I still had my temper tantrums, but nowhere near as bad. My dad would say very comforting things to me, like how much he cared about me and that the fact that I was away from my mother made feel a lot better. Like I said; I love her to death and that feeling will never go away.

Now; let’s see what else I could talk about here. Oh; the pills that they are giving me. They’re small capsule-like pills and their color is green. Strange color if you want my personal opinion.
I guess I could also talk about the staff of this place. They’re really nice, unlike the others where they are just straight-up douchebags and forcing you to do shit. I wasn’t a patient of those kinds of facilities. This is the first institution that I’ve ever been to and I don’t seem to regret it.

They let you take your time and whenever a patient has a break down, they always seem to calm them down. However; the only reason that they are able to do so is with their magic. One of the patients here told me that if they start using their magic, it’s nothing to be afraid of. From what he’s told me, it feels like you’re in a completely different state; a state of peace and satisfaction. If that’s the case, then I’m really glad I came here.

The only thing that I’m worried about is turning up missing. Apparently, from the rumors that I’ve been hearing, there were a couple patients that disappeared into thin air; WAY before Nightmare Moon appeared in Ponyville.
Speaking of Ponyville; before I came here, I decided to check out the little village and it is a great community. I’ve never met people so nice to you. There were very few people that gave me dirty looks, but it didn’t bother me. I brushed it off.

Well, I guess that’s it for me. I’ll write tomorrow, if there is even anything interesting to write about. Hopefully, there might be a fight or something. That shit gets me fucking excited. I love fighting.

So his name is Robert and, from what I’ve read, he’s had a history with this unknown disorder. It still mystifies me that the doctors couldn’t figure out what his disorder exactly was.

Diary Entry #2
6/6/13

Sorry I haven’t been writing anything for the last five days. Nothing interesting has been happening lately. Today, however, was a really interesting day. Apparently, the doctors contacted Princess Celestia herself, telling her that they couldn’t figure out what my disorder was and that they wanted to see if she could at least get some ideas or clues on what it is.

It was a really big surprise to me because, on the 4th of June, they told me that they were going to be bringing a special guest over to my room to have a long chat with. I figured that it would be some sort of consoler or something, but not HER. It was a big honor for her to be in my presence and I’ve always wanted to meet her. It was a shame that Princess Luna couldn’t join, but I wasn’t complaining in any shape or form.

For the last few hours, I tell her everything about me and my disorder; mainly the temper tantrums that I had when I was a little boy. At the last few minutes, when I was done talking, she wanted to do something a little different. She told me that she had the ability to see what is going through my mind. All she had to do was put her hand on my forehead and focus her magic on my brain. I accepted her offer and she did just that. This went on for a few minutes and she finally stopped. I looked at her and she seemed to be looking normal. She told me that she couldn’t see anything wrong. Then, before I could say anything else, she just left the room.
At the time, I was confused, but then I shrugged it off and continued doing what I mostly did; watch television or look up at the ceiling.

Now that I think about it, there must be more going on than what she led on. What did she see in my head that caused her to leave like that? I’m saying this because the doctors are outside my door right now, watching me extensively. I’m beginning to get a little worried. What’s going on?

I have to agree with Robert; Celestia’s behavior was very strange. What did she see that made her react in that way? It’s not like her to leave so abruptly like that. Not even a simple goodbye or anything.

Diary Entry #3
6/20/13

Has it really been almost three weeks already? Jesus, time flies by quick. The doctors still haven’t found anything yet. This is beginning to worry me a little bit. The doctors don’t have answers and Celestia probably has the answers I’m looking for; but she won’t tell me what it is that’s causing my sickness. This is getting really annoying. I fucking want answers. That’s the whole reason why I came here; to know what’s happening to me and to be cured from this disease.
I wish my dad was here. He would know what to tell me.

Diary Entry #4
6/21/13

I had the weirdest dream last night. I told my doctors about it and they advised me to write it down in my diary for documentation.

I was in a forest, probably the Everfree Forest and I’m walking around the joint casually. This continued for a long while. As I’m walking, I suddenly get this feeling of rage and sorrow. I wanted to turn around to see what was behind me, but something held me back from doing so. I then heard footsteps coming from behind me. I tried to walk away, but I couldn’t do so. I couldn’t even open my mouth. I could only blink my eyes.

The footsteps stop and I heard only silence for a few minutes. Then, out of fucking nowhere, I hear a low growl. It was loud at all. It was a very quiet growl. I then feel hands on my shoulders and something breathing on my neck. I then feel a very sharp pain in my stomach and, to my horror, there was metal sticking out of it.

That’s when I woke up, drenched in cold sweat. It was the worst nightmare I’ve ever had in a long time. Who- no, WHAT was behind me? This is going to bother me all night.

I’m starting to think that this is more than just a disorder, but I can’t jump to conclusions just yet. I need to read the rest of the entries before I do so.

Diary Entry #5
6/23/13

I got into a fight today. It wasn’t anything physical or anything; it was just us screaming at each other. He was the one that started it. I was about to punch him right in his fucking mouth, but the security guards stopped it before it got ugly and, honestly, I’m glad because I could have really injured him. I still have that temper; it’ll never go away and that’s something that I have to live with for the rest of my life.

Other than that, nothing interesting happened today. I had to stay in my room for the rest of the day. They still came by and gave me lunch, which was very nice of them. It’s still one of the reasons why I love Canterlot and the residents.
I’m getting tired. I think I’m going to-

It ends there. He probably just fell asleep or probably had another fit. Yeah, it says on his medical record that he’ll have strange fits on occasions. From reading the medical records, it basically tells me that it rarely happens, so I guess something must have caused it. Again, I’m not jumping to conclusions just yet.

Diary Entry #6
6/25/13

I am so pissed off right now. Okay, let me just give you a basic rundown of what fucking happened to me a couple minutes ago.

So, as usual, I wake up and I’m released from my room to get breakfast and a cup of coffee. You know; the usual. As I’m eating and drinking my coffee; I hear footsteps coming towards me. I turn around and, right away, I get a big punch to the face. I fall on my ass and I started to taste blood. I check to see if my nose was broken and, you guessed it, it WAS broken. I looked at my fingers, with the blood from my nose, and my vision was starting to get blurry. I was blacking out. The last thing I remembered was staring at the guy that punched me; James (#1298).
The doctors told me that they had to get three security guards just to get me under control, which is crazy. I knew my anger was bad, but I didn’t know it had to take THREE of them to pin me down. Am I really that strong? If that’s the case, then there’s a lot to my strength that I don’t know about.

They also told me that I would have to stay in my room for a couple hours to calm down, which is reasonable.
Oh, and get this; James is now in isolation. Good. That’s what he gets for being the fucking idiot that he is. I don’t even know the guy and yet I will expect him to be the biggest pain in the ass while I’m staying here. I won’t really be here for that long anyway. I’m only going to be here for about five months. That should be enough time for me to at least find out what’s causing my mental sickness.

Anyways, I hope that shit doesn’t happen again.

I don’t really blame the guy for being pissed at that particular moment. What James did was ridiculous. Why did he suddenly attack Robert like that? Was James the person that Robert was arguing with in Diary Entry #5?

Diary Entry #7
Unknown Date

Bad dream. Running. I was in a forest. Kept running. Heard screaming. Sounded like children. Came from the woods. Felt something grabbing my shoulder. Heard very loud grow. Woke up. Can’t go back to sleep.

Want this to stop. Stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop

Diary Entry #8
6/26/13

I don’t even remember writing that. That is NOT something I would write in my journal and I also don’t remember having any nightmares at all last night. I wasn’t even close to having a nightmare. I was dreaming about taking a walk down a dirt road on a sunny day. How is that a nightmare?

What’s happening to me?

This is very strange behavior. What caused Robert to write something like this? Was the nightmare that bad?
This also doesn’t make any sense. How can he have a good dream while having a nightmare?

Diary Entry #9
6/27/13

I know what I wrote was yesterday, but it still scares me to no end. What made me do that? Like I said before, I don’t ever remember having any nightmares that night. In fact, I wasn’t having a nightmare at all. I was having a completely different dream.
I’m starting to think that what I have is a lot worse than I originally thought. I will be keeping a close eye on myself from now on and I’ll ask the doctors to the same.
This is starting to scare me pretty badly. I came here to get better; not to get worse.

I want HELP. SOMEONE FUCKING HELP ME DAMMIT.

It seems as time goes by for Robert; it only gets worse. Unfortunately for him; it’s only the beginning.

This is the last entry in this journal. We have two more journals to go through. Yeah, that’s something I forgot to mention before; after Diary Entry #9, all the rest of the pages have been torn out. The doctors told me that Robert requested for two more journals to write on. The reasons were never told.
I haven’t read the last two, so that’s what I will be doing here in the near future. I’ll post the second journal once I’m done reading it. The third one, I’m not so sure. It looks torn up and the front label says:

"STAY AWAY."

I don’t know what that’s all about, but I’ll find out once I start reading it. Why do I have this feeling that I shouldn’t be reading this? It could be from the nervousness, but I’m not entirely sure.
Anyhow, I’ll post the rest of them here in the near future. Yes, I will be posting ALL of the entries in his three journals.

Author's Note

So uh...did you like it? I sure hope you did.