Entry One: Finally, somewhere for me to reek havoc. Everything has been set up for me, a new human to destory, a good human as well, he will be missed, hahaha. All that is missing is a cat for me to stroke as I carry out my evil plan. I am in the dank, dark recesses of the human brain and this is where I shall spread from. Entry Two: Stage one of the operation ... Initiation of arm numbing went according to plan, although an unwelcome visit to the doctors was a little tense not to worry as I will never be found, not until it's too late. 21st March leg numbing complete, however a very unfortunate incident seems to eb occurring, parents worrying, sirens wailing. Test after test still I lay sensing movemetn around me concerned voices. A sudden lack of food puts me on guard for a couple fo hours, surgery perhaps? Or another test, not to worry. Entry Three: This is getting worse; the host is suffering from significant numbness. They have decided they have to go in. I thought I had gotten away with it as they did not know rhythms in the body have changed; they are pumping it with all sorts of unknown substances that I cannot figure out. Suddenly, there is a great rumbling and crashing from above before it subsided. THe next think I knew I was being attacked with pincers and ripping at my flesh, taking great chunks out of me. Again and again, they attack twisting and tearing... and then all was quiet and I was left in solitude to lick my wounds I will not be able to write again for a while this is enough agony for now. Entry Four: Argh. Ow ow ow. This isn't right, I'm burning up! Crisping like a frail leaf in a bonfire, only this fire is like the sun. I was almost unbearable, I can smell myself ionising and disintegrating, being flushed out. Even if this wasn't enough everyday I'm corroded by a thick bright white liquid resolute on dissolving and eroding me. But I can feel my host's strength fading too; my intentions may still be accomplished. Entry Five: Alone, dark and shriveled, a shadow of what I once was, unable to feel anything other than embarrasment and shame, but with this prolonged break I must amke one final attempt at this being of beings which now seems to be stronger than ever, due to an acceptance in the one they call God. Entry Six: I may have spoken too soon. It is back. Not the white hot burning, thank goodness, but cool saturating pain of th eunknown essence that surges into my, admittedly greatly depleted, fortress. I cannot identify exactly what it is but I know it is not good and the host is striking back - it must be some kind of weapon... at the smae time, I feel as though I am being bombarded by something else, something not quite so tangiable it is more like inner strength. This body seems to be fighting back with its own power it is a light bubbly golden light that is surrounding and debilitating me. It undermines everything I stand for by provbiding hope, peace and strength. I have no inspiration of how I will ever conquer this great defeat. As I wait here in the dank and dark, all I can do is wait...