Dear diary

Whoever’s watching have appeared to be so kind to empty the jug for me.

Where they emptied it to, I don’t know, and I frankly don’t care.

I feel like they even washed it. It doesn’t have a horrid smell of stagnating urine, but it smells of flowers.

Lavender, my favorite. How did they…

No.

It’s just a coincidence, right, diary? Surely.

In other news, I’m certain that moldy spot in the corner of the room got darker overnight. It vividly remember it just being mildly visible two days ago, but now it’s very clearly noticeable from across the room.

I’m starting to doubt if it even is mold anymore…

But I don’t want to touch it to see. Who knows how bad it could be.

I’m just going to stay away from it (except from the bathroom breaks, obviously); I don’t like it. At all.