Someone used to sit in that chair, you know. My best friend, I called him. He was all I had, I was everything he had. Besides these chairs, we only had eachother, in an open abyss. I'm not sure what we had before, but we shared experiences of lives. I think they were ours? But every memory, every experience, it felt like someone else's, like we were invading someone's memories and sharing them as our own. We didn't really mind though. But.. everything was wrong one day. He didn't act the same, he wouldn't share the same stories we once told. He wouldn't talk to me, he wouldn't sit in his chair. Eventually, he walked away. I didn't see him again for a while. In that time, I made a machine to fix him. I hoped it would work, I hoped he would come back and listen to me enough for me to fix him. I never knew the consequences that would come. I wish I could forget it all, I wrote it down to help me forget, but none of it helped. But even after writing it, the strangest thing. It all vanished. My blogs, gone. I dont know if I can get them back, I wrote them where I shouldn't have in the first place. Dark and dusty, in the old, in the past. Hidden from prying eyes. I'm sorry if someone finds them, even if it's me.