Day 50

Dear Diary,

Okay, I've gone completely insane. These sounds aren't shrieks anymore. They're voices, and they're voices of people I know. Like my mother and father. I really need to stop taking these pills. But I just can't stop. I don't know why.

I can almost understand what they're saying. I don't really hear their words, but I can hear their tone, sometimes they sound angry and seem to shout at each other, but most of the time they sound sort of somber, trying to talk to someone, probably me. 

Maybe they're ghosts here to help me survive? Or maybe they're here to haunt me because of some reason? Whatever the reason is, I'm not a fan of it. If they're ghosts, it could explain all these things around me changing. They are possesing me and/or objects to make it seem like I'm going insane. I don't know how they're exactly doing this, but that must be the case.

The weather isn't cold either, anymore. It's actually pretty warm, which I can't explain either. Must be the ghosts. They're somehow making me go completely insane, they're probably the ones forcing me to take the pills.

I can't write to you anymore, not until I figure this out, I'm sorry, my dearest friend, but this could be the end.