JoetheShmoe63

I woke up in the morning after stretching and falling off my bed. I rubbed my head since it took some of the impact form the fall. I pulled myself up from the cold floor and slowly walked over to the washroom. Even with me falling off the bed, I was still out of it. I tuned the sink on cold and splashed water on my face. That woke me up. I grabbed the towel that was touching my elbow beside the sink and dried off my face. I had that disgusting crust in my eyes so before being able to open them, I carefully was picking it off. Once done, I opened my eyes to see a person in the mirror. Oh wait, that was I. I really need to get used to that. In

It’s been about three days since I talked with ‘mom’ or whatever that psychopath was. I’ve been in Maya’s original form since then. I barely ate, and just moped around for the last three days at home. I’ve gotten calls from friends, but refused to pick up since I didn’t want any confusion. I’ve been nervous that a friend of mine would get worried enough to the point that they might visit me and more weird events will stir. Not that it matters anyway. I already prepared for that. During my mass amount of free time, I turned into Trucy and make a fake picture of Maya and my original body and am go