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Post 1, June 13, 2012

Ok uhh… where do I start with this.A few of my friends and I were at a local beach. I’m not sure which one, I don’t pay attention to names. It was empty at the time which was strange because it was the middle June. God my friends are idiots! There was me, Anthony, Trevor, and Simon. my name is Josh. We were all 17 except for Anthony, He was 18. Anyway, it started to get dark so we started a camp fire. When the camp fire was set up we started talking about school relationships. After a while, running out of things to talk about,  Trevor brought up an interesting topic about an old school myth in our city. The story goes that a 16 year old boy gets bullied by a group of people and eventually gets pushed to the brink of insanity. He ends up killing the people in the group one by one and all their dead corpses had similarities, all of the bodies were found with empty eye sockets and broken bones. They say if you text “breakable” 3 times to someone they’ll be found dead with no eyes and bones broken. The reason for this is that the group of people used to call the boy "breakable" due to the fact that the he had Ontogenesis Imperfectia which made his bones brittle. Anyway back to I was saying, Trevor like the idiot he is sent breakable to Anthony’s phone 3 times. When Anthony saw the messages, he yelled "What the hell" and sent the messages back to Trevor, eventually things started to get out of hand we all ended up getting the three texts. Angry, we drove taking separate paths home. When I was driving, I couldn't help but look over my head every few moments. When I arrived at home I could have sworn that I saw something in my peripheral vision before walking inside my apartment. It felt like someone or something was watching me. It might just be some bullshit projecting itself considering the texts sent to me were supposedly cursed. That night I couldn’t sleep thinking what would happen the next morning. But then I realized how obscured it was thinking that something like that could even happen. With that assurance, I fell asleep. I’m awake now, its 6 am and I’m telling you this because I’m not feeling too well. It feels like something might happen. I feel depressed in a way. Maybe school will make me think otherwise. Ill update as soon as I get a chance.