I've been observing Michael's actions since I last met him. He appears tired and distraught, but he absolutely will not reveal his emotions to me. Perhaps this is his downfall? Holding in his inner emotions, like a bomb waiting to explode, as it eats away at his consciousness like a virus. I tell him to let it out, but he refuses. I think I need to get to know him better.
Michael refused to talk to me today. He claims to have yet another one of those headaches... the ones that no medicine can cure. He says that the mental strain is causing physical damage, but it cannot be stopped."If I'm going to stop it, I must do it myself" he says. I want to help him, but Michael doesn't believe me. "You're only in it for the money! You're a money sniffing bitch!" They were right... he is an asshole. I feel genuine hatred for him today. Why do I feel so sorry for him?
I feel that to get into his memory, I must start elsewhere. To find one's inner secrets would require the keys to the doors that lead there, so tomorrow I'll change the subject.