So here I am once more on my computer.

I felt like I was about to ignite a powder keg. I didn't exactly know why I has thought it'd be a good idea to try to get the girl to meet up with my friends, but I hated seeing this conflict. I felt it was because they misunderstood each other, and I had hoped that this would fix it. I've come to learn over many days that the girl, perhaps, may not be so normal. Neither is this place. Perhaps it's just because I've been influenced by her, but I can never forget that awful feeling when I'm going down the road, and I've also been having dreams. I dream of being in a white room, surrounded by people in lab coats. It's quite nerve wracking, huh?

But of course, there'd be more events that would lead to conflict, and some of them, perpetuated by my foolishness. That feeling I always get when I run down the road is not normal, and with no choice, I must think back on the old man's words of the man who rides down roads on a black horse, heralding death. The library has all sorts of books on ghosts, but nothing like that. Nothing like this.

Am I going crazy? Is the girl, this feeling, even real? Is what I'm dealing with entirely physical? I don't know. As a rational man, I am reluctant to acknowledge problems with no potential solution, but what the girl is, or why I feel so reluctant to run any significant distance down the road, is entirely beyond me. I'll log off for now, but honestly...I'm freaking out.