These Eyes

What I created was not what I was hoping for. I wanted to notice everything but to do so, I had to give away my sanity. These Eyes that I created overloaded my brain causing me to fall into insanity. Seeing things that weren’t even there. Hearing laughter in a empty house. I later found out that it was my own laughter. I wish I had never created these eyes but before I knew, I felt lost without them. I created an unbreakable box containing hundreds of memories. Here I stored most of the information that is irrelevant to me. Then I later destroy it. But these eyes have caused me to fall into loneliness. To seek help from no one except imaginary friends that my insanity had created. I used to be someone powerful but I have fallen into darkness. A pit so deep that no one could drag me out of. I used to be idolized for my jokes and skills. Now people can’t even remember my name. I have become an outcast of society. No, a forgotten existence.

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Day 1-Journal

Whoever reads this, I do exist and I am human. If you stumbled upon this just by chance, I am a writer and an inventor. I am making this journal to hope people won’t follow down my path and fall into my mistakes.

See, I created advance technology. They were Eyes that could see all forms of light, color, and record it all. It may seem cool but it destroyed my mind. I am surprised I even have the sanity to write this.

Because of my lost of sanity, I have detached myself from society. And the shadows haunt me in my lonely house. It doesn’t help that I am a writer. My own creations mock me and follow me around in my house. I try to dismiss them but they always are there, emotionless.

The most common is a girl that looks like a younger me and a man. I have no idea who the man is, but he looks familiar. A little girl as well walks around with the him. She is similar to me but also to the man. They scare me the most. Why do they follow me? Why do they hate me?

Sorry, I lost it there. My eyes aren’t working well. They aren’t sending the right amount of data to my collection system. As such, my mind is processing too many things.

This one color that keeps flickering on the page I guess you could say is close to a red, but with the depth of a deep sea blue with light shining through it. Almost like a mini painting but unified. Ugh, why did I decide to write about it? Whoever you are, stop forcing me to write complicated things.

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Day 2-Journal

If you are still reading this, I’m sorry about before. I’ll try to make more sense. I guess I should say more about myself. I am, as of right now, 23 human years. At the age of twenty I started a gaming channel which quickly took off. I was called Arya Matter with nearly a million followers. It was fun at first but I wanted to be the best of the best. That’s why I created these Eyes.

My own were bad when I was growing up so I had to wear glasses regularly. I was fine with it but it could have been way better. So I created new eyes with their capabilities far exceeding a human’s.

But these Eyes created too much information so I had to create a memory storage as well. The time period between each invention is what created my insanity. Well, I was also slightly insane before all of this because...I think I forgot.

I guess you could say it was the basis of this insanity. Or you couldn’t. I don’t know. All I know is that the shadows are dancing as though they are celebrating my failure.

I was trying to create a device that would allow me to use telekinesis. It was a slight success at first but everything quickly fell into ruin. It quickly broke and electricity sparked from it. I quickly threw it into a bucket of water. Luckily nothing more bad happened.

I guess if you are reading this in my time, everything must seem so advance and scientific. But it actually is all easy. But, I’m too tired to go further into it. I think I actually forgot. I forget a lot of things. Surprisingly.