Hey guys.

My name is Matt Behren. These are the chronicles of my troubles.
When I was young, I was told a story. It was a story that shouldn't have been told.
It was a trap.
I don't want to write, but I feel I have to. They call it 'the notebooks'. Apparently that means I'm stage 3, so to speak...
It's far too late for me.
I hope that by indulging my need to write, I may prevent others from suffering as I have.
As I will.
That bump in the night? The crack of a twig in the dark woods? They are not real.
They are echoes of what was there before.
They are not real.
They are not real.
They are not real.
They are not real.
Theyarenotreal.
Theyarenotreal.
Theyarenotreal.