I think I've been poisoned. I think Kyle is trying to kill me slowly. Call me paranoid, but the man does bring me drinks suspiciously often...and he's usually the one who makes dinner. He would have every opportunity to slowly, so slowly, drug my food and drink. I haven't noticed it up til now, because the doses were so small. But the poison (most likely arsenic) has finally taken effect.
Today I have barely kept moving. I have never been so exhausted in my entire life, from the second I forced my eyes open, all through work, school, and even now as I lay in bed. The lethargy is overwhelming. I feel like an invalid. I feel like Ingrid Bergman in one of the many movies where her husband tries to kill her.
Life is slowly leaving my body.
Someone, please come rescue me from Kyle.