It''s 3:29 am and I''ve looked over my writing from last night. Is ''Daeria Escaptara Arrepticius Traditor Haderunga'' spanish or something? The calligraphy seems to not be of my hand. Every word is capitalized so are they nouns? I''ve looked it up on Google translate and the program could only find a couple words. ''Traditor'' means betray in Latin. Looking at its spelling reminds me of traitor so it must be its origin. The other word ''Arrepticius'' means mad. Something something mad betray something? Something betrays something something mad? I really don''t know how I''m supposed to read it or if it even means anything. What if I''m just fucked up in the head? Like why would I do this to myself? Tomorrow I''m going to find someone that can more accurately translate these words for me. For now I''ll continue this story of my increasingly warped life. Thankfully I spent the first part of my day as I had before this repeating day/Latin words being written in my diary bullshit. I think I''m a little angrier than usual. I went to my advance biology class in which the lecturer talked about fragmentation of habitats and their effects on the species within them. Afterward I got a pizza to eat and played pool, or billiards, with the guys again. Two other people asked for a match in couple''s nine ball with scotch rules. Basically we switch with our partner even when we make it. The two guys were cocky at first but after two losses to us they calmed down a bit. I had a lab after that so I went over to the building and put on my lab coat. The fourth guy that''s a part of our group was missing at first. He showed up a few minutes late and the lab coordinator kicked him out saying he couldn''t be late. That got to me and my head went into a not so good mood after that. Maybe compiled with the mysterious words is making my language rougher this entry. I did my work in lab and left. At home I alternated between TV, internet, and homework. Once it was decently late I crept into bed and opened my diary. I briefly freaked out at the sight of the unknown words in strange font at the end of yesterday''s entry. That''s when I started writing this part while looking up ''Daeria Escaptara Arrepticius Traditor Haderunga.'' I feel my eye lids starting to droop so I''ll stop writing here.If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.
Stop. Don''t approach the woman with the red coat! You''re not crazy. It''s this group that wants you to think you are! They are called the Cabal. I need you to contact me. They are looking for you and when they find you they will cut out your gift. I know it sounds bad but it''s hard to explain like this so I need you to contact me. Fuck my nose is bleeding. I can''t keep this up. You must flee when you see them approach. Beware the woman in red for she is our kind''s messenger of pain and death.