Entry — Age 18
Been working at a depot outside the city. Cash, no questions. Twelve-hour shifts, which is more useful than it sounds because exhausted is a kind of calm.
The medication is long gone. I couldn't replicate the prescription — it was bespoke, dispensed by the household, and I have no access to whatever it was. I've been watching what the power does without it. It's not catastrophic. I'm managing. But the gap between what I was in those sessions and what I am out here is substantial, and I keep thinking about that.
But there's something else. It's weird, it feels like there's more to the powers than just the objects moving. I swear my hair was darker last night than today.
I saw a news piece about the Academy. Didn't read past the headline.