#1308

Hello.

It really has been a while, hasn't it? The journal? Read it. Couldn't believe what was written on it, let alone who Robert keeps mentioning. Guess I'll just type it up so that you people can read for yourselves. It's pretty mind blowing, especially to me. Why I haven't posted sooner? Been laying low. Found out that Celestia was indeed keeping an eye on me. Had to get rid of my old computer. Using another one. It's untraceable. Now she won't know what I'm doing. Don't know how long that will last. Might as well take advantage of it while I still have some time left, right?

This is an update covering Robert's third journal. It has a lot of useful information that absolutely needs to be shared to the public. I don't know how long it will be before it will be taken down, but read it while you still can. This might just destroy her reputation as the 'kind' and 'loving' princess that you all know. What you all don't know is that she's a monster. Read for yourself. There's only three pages in this journal, but they are part of a huge diary entry that Robert wrote up before a huge time gap took place between this and the last journal. Yeah, there's a forth. Forgot to mention that.

I will warn you; it's disturbing.

Diary Entry #21 (Page 1)
8/14/13

No one cares. You don't care. I don't care. Found a piece of glass on the floor while roaming the facility. Finally found out what this place is. A slaughter house. Carrie was never real. Carrie was only a figment of my imagination. Found out while reading my report. Says that I started imagining a friend named 'Carrie'. Maybe they wrote that so that one day I would find it, read that part and make me believe that she wasn't real. No. She was real. What am I saying? She felt real. Fucking liars.

Keep cutting myself. Feels amazing. Never felt such a rush in my life. Love seeing the blood oozing out of my wrists. They don't care if I cut myself. They see me do it, but only smile and laugh. Glad I'm entertaining the folks here. I like it here now. Feels like home. I miss them already. Wish they would just come into my room and do the shit they did to me yesterday. The pain now gets me excited. Used to it. They cut off two of my toes off, so that 'I don't escape'. Why would I escape such a play like this? It's great here!

The hell am I saying? I HATE IT HERE! I wish I could just go home and see my friends. No, I have no friends. No one cares. You don't care. I don't care. No, I do care. Care about my sanity, but I already lost it. They think that they can break me, but they won't. I'll keep fighting til I die of exhaustion. Fuckers think they're smarter than me. They aren't. I found a way out while roaming around today. Found a piece of glass on the floor. Went back to room. There, I cut myself. Feels amazing. Never felt such a rush in my life.

Wait, didn't I write that already? God, I really am broken, aren't I? I need to get a grip on myself. I need to focus on getting out of here. But what chance will I have in breaking out, anyway? It's over. I'm going to die here. It's all her fault. Celestia.

Speaking of her, she visited me again a couple days ago. She just stood over me with an angry glare. Luna did the same. Luna never cared. She only pretended to care. They're both monsters with the same intentions; to kill me. They won't kill me, though. They'll just keep me alive. Torture me. They might make it look like that I've died, but I really won't be dead. I'll be alive. Whatever you'll hear, it's a lie. Whatever they will ever tell you is a lie. Do not listen to them at all.

Keep cutting myself. Feels amazing. Never felt such a rush in my life. Love seeing the blood oozing out of my wrists. It excites me. Gets me going. Gets me going. Gets me going.

Where the hell am I now? In a room. Oh yeah, it's my room. Whoops. Wish something exciting would happen. A hot nurse getting naked, sucking on my thing, and jumping up and down on it while I watch her breasts bounce around. I need some of that. Wish I could get it, but who would want me, anyway? I'm not the same Robert as I was. No, I'm not Robert anymore. Who am I? Who is Robert? Who's journal is this and why am I writing in it? Where am I? Why am I here? How did I get here? Am I going crazy, or are they doing that?

˙ǝɯ uǝʞoɹq ǝʌ,ʎǝɥʇ ʞuıɥʇ ı

This is the first page of the three. Robert is slowly descending into a hell of Celestia's making. Luna may not have anything to do with this. Luna might've been there, but I think Robert thought that she had the same look as Celestia did, hence the reason why he now thinks Luna was never his friend. Though, that's just a theory.

Diary Entry #21 (Page 2)

Though if I was so broken, then how can I be writing right now? Maybe I'm not all that broken after all. Maybe that was just the beginning of what is to come. Now I'm starting to collect myself. So, what do I do now? Why am I asking myself this question when I already know what to do? Why am I asking questions to myself, in general?

Cutting myself really is painful. It's only exciting when I'm going out of my mind. I really don't like seeing these scars on my arm. It really depresses me because I never thought that I would harm myself. Now, here I am, in a room, going insane and cutting myself with glass that I found on the floor.

Wait, I just remembered something. While I'm roaming around, doing my own thing, I do indeed see broken glass. But here's the weird thing about that; there are never any jars, glass bottles or any of that shit nearby.

Oh my god. THAT'S how they have broken me so much. They knew that I would get to this point, so they purposely broken a glass cup or something, picked up the largest piece, put it in that exact spot and leave it there for me to pick up. I really am not as smart as I thought I was. I feel stupid now. I can't be doing this shit anymore. I need to focus on getting out of here. I need to focus on getting out of here. But what chance will I have in breaking out, anyway? It's over. I'm going to die here. It's all her fault. Celestia.

Robert ends up writing the same sentences he wrote on the first page. Skipping ahead to the end of the page.

THERE I GO AGAIN! WHY DO I KEEP DOING THAT?! This has been going on for two fucking days now! It's pissing me off. Whenever I'm about to write something important, I just write the same sentence that I wrote a few minutes ago. It's over. I'm going to-

SEE?! TWICE IN A FUCKING ROW! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH ME?! ...Maybe she's doing that. Celestia. She probably sees me writing and keeps doing this to me. No, that's impossible. I mean, yeah, she's powerful, but I don't think she's powerful enough to the point where she can see what I see and what I'm writing. Now I think I've gone beyond insanity. I don't even think there's a word to describe how crazy I am now. It's unheard of. Or maybe it has been seen before, but I doubt it. Wait. Heard something coming. Hold on a sec. Gonna check it out. Be right back.

End of page 2. Page 3 is where it really hits the fan for Robert. Just read and find out for yourself.

Diary Entry #21 (Page 3)

Okay. Everything is fine. Doctor just came in to give me my daily shot. Only good doctor around here, or at least that's what I think. I hope he's a good guy. He seems to understand my situation. He even says he might find a way for me to escape. Yeah right. No doctor around here would fucking help a person like me. Do I belong?

Whoa, I think it's starting to really kick in no͘w̶.̕ W̶hat͢ ̕d̸id͏ h͘e g̸̶̸i҉v̀e̕ m̕̕͟e̷͡?̴ Some sort of knock-out shot or something? Whoa. I'm getting tired as fuck. This may be it for me. I may be back later, but I don't know. This may be my f̵̛i̛̕ņ̀͟a̕l̛ ḿ͏̸om̨͠e͝n̵̶t̨̧ before they take me to the deeper parts of their hell. Mother, f̴̶̀͡o̸̧̡͟ŕ̵͟͟g̷̢͢͢i͡v̶҉̶̀͜e͟͏ ̵̢̛m͘e͝͏̶̷͢.̢̢͜

The rest of the page is nothing but scribbles and extremely hard-to-read writing. Nothing important nor interesting.

Before I go on to posting the fourth journal, let me explain what's been going on for this past year. I've just been laying low. That's all. I was afraid that if I were to post the third journal immediately, I would be tracked down by Celestia. So, I had to wait. While I was waiting, I got a package in the mail. I opened it up and it was another journal. The fourth one. There was a note attached to it and it said the following:

I know what you've been doing. Do not worry, I'm not one of them. What you have in your possession is the fourth journal of Patient #1308; Robert. If you are to post this, don't just yet. Wait until everything is in the clear. What is in this journal will destroy Celestia's image. She's not who you think she is. Read at your own risk.

I didn't read it immediately. For the rest of the time me laying low, about 3 months later, I finally sat down and read every single page in this journal and let me just say that it is absolutely horrifying to read and picture in your head. I will post it some other time. Right now, I need sleep, because I haven't slept in a couple days. Some time in the future, I will post the entire journal. Everything in it is what I've been looking for this whole time.

Finally, her true colors wil͢l̵ em͡èr̸ge.̧