Welp. Guess who's been an incredibly stupid and foolish person as well as an incredibly shitty friend?
Me, in case that wasn't already clear.
Okay, so first order of the day is that I now know precisely who Tiktok is. She is still a wild card in the sense that we're not sure what side she's on and what she's trying to do, but I know who she is.
It started like this. A few days after my last post, somebody started trying to get into the house. Our front door is kept secure by a chain at night, so even if someone has a key into the house unless we're expecting them and hence leave the chain off they can't get in. When I got up in the morning and went to get the newspaper, the door would be open. The chain would still be on so it would be three or four centimetres open at best, but open none the less. Whoever it was, they had a key, which concerned me, so after a week of this I set a trap for them via leaving the chain off and standing in the hall with a kitchen knife. In hindsight, probably not that smart, seeing as I have no idea how to defend myself other than "kick it in the crotch", but yeah.
I sat there until about 1am, when I heard a key rattle in the lock, got up, and the door swung open, and there she was, standing there staring vacantly ahead, swaying slightly on the spot. Tiktok.
Also known as Penny. Also also known as my best friend.
You can imagine my reaction. She just stood and stared for a bit, then said "You need to wake up.", then she kind of...snapped out of it I guess. One minute Tiktok was standing there, next she was my best friend again.
She looked so upset and scared and I feel like such a shitty best friend. First for getting yanked into this, so she has me to worry about as well, second for not noticing that anything was wrong because I was so wrapped up in my own shitty problems...just in general I feel frigging shitty.
Neither Penny nor I know if Tiktok is friend or foe. Penny is an ally, I'm pretty sure of it, but we're not sure about Tiktok since it's almost impossible to actually communicate with her voluntarily. All we really know about her is that she really hates anything that makes a ticking noise. Really. Hates. She also calls me "Dreamer" and tells me I need to wake up an awful lot. We have no idea what she's on about- any ideas?
So between that little revelation, the fact that I went away for a week, and everything else, I haven't been able to update this blog. It wasn't until Tuesday, when I started Dreaming again, that I remembered this thing even existed. Sorry if I made anyone worry.
Ciao for now.