November 23, 2018
There is something in the building itself along with people at work who are really working to kill me. Brain kill me. Slowly trying to kill me. Actually, kill me.
Confirmed by the smell delivery. It is a brain death. It is like brain-death.
There is also something in the building that is like a high-frequency brain thought in a sound disguised as machinery sending a signal through the Blue-tooth of death, depression, suicide, ways to kill me.