22:40 - The subject is lying on his bed, but the eyes are stil open. The subject is not moving, seems to be in a state of trance.
The subject is not responding to external stimuli. There is a smile on his face.
t(1) = 17:07 - oral administration of 20mg of diazepam.
t(2) = 17:20 - rectal administration of an unknown dosage of an unknown substance.
t(3) = 17:28 - (repetition) rectal administration of an unknown dosage of an unknown substance.
There's been a lot of 4527482105989831982708910598952527 combined with a lot of 060535469198462527 and 28074645059746980545. I think the 452748210598983198270891059895252 doesn't even do anything to me anymore.
I've been binging it for a week. I'm in a hole.
t(4) = 18:56 - oral administration of at least 50mg of 4527482105989831982708910598952527 with 3mg of 060535469198462527
The subject is alert, albeit very sad, deeply sad, hearbroken. No creation process seems accessible right now. I just want to talk. Talk to someone. Someone real. The subject is no longer experiencing visual hallucinations, but with this substantial dose increase a lot of expetations are at stake, in order to survive today, tomorrow, and make it to friday.
oral administration of supposedly 0.5mg of utzbdafupzwje
t(unknown) = 02:24 - THIS IS NOT A SIMULATION, IT'S JUST A PIT. ONE MORE PIT. IT'S FUN AND ALL BUT BEEN THERE DONE THAT ...
The subject has been obsessing over 19641950595272 a lot and has managed somehow to obtain some without ressources. It should be noted that the subject has been overmedicating with 10837284595060595272 to the point where each second spent awake was experienced and described as "horrible" and unbearable.
The subject is however coming out of a few months long mutic state because of 19641950595272 consumption. Writing seems to be the only way of communicating his despair and self-loathing over his own mistakes.
The subject chose to add complexity to the mess he seems to be stuck in through updating the token system.