To scratched out, for everything. 要划破了，一切。

Night fell on me writing this and I ran out of paper so I crossed the name out at the top of the page. Not sure why I'm even writing this. But I guess it feels right. It sort of feels like I have to-like an exorcism. 晚上在我身上写这一点，我已经没有纸，所以我越过了名了，在页面的顶部。不知道为什么，我即使写这个。但我想这感觉不错。那种感觉就像我有一样的驱魔。

   

I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright. Lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything. Just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much about death. 我想这让我听起来很疯狂，但是这是正常的。最近我觉得我可能是，不是说我已经听到任何声音或任何东西。就这样每天的那种，你忘了东西，你不应该和你想太多关于死亡。

   

Maybe you know what I'm talking about. Or maybe you would have known? Or had known? 也许你知道我在说什么。或者，也许你会知道？或就知道的？

Is it once knew? I don't know what tense to use. 是不是以前认识？我不知道该用什么时态。

   

I know I never used to feel like this. I used to never think of death or hear voices. I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life, but I guess then came a departure. 我知道，我从来没有使用过这样的感觉。我以前从来没有想到死亡或听到的声音。我曾经觉得一切都是完美的秩序，正常的生活，但我想接着又出发。

That I know you understand (or would've understood?). I guess things changed after that, and I'm mostly scared now. 我知道你明白（或者将已经理解？ ） 。我想事情之后改变了，我最害怕了。

But it's there in the stories, or whatever they are. You can see it. Anybody could if they could Look. I wrote some notes in the margins explaining it. The rest is in between lines or in the fine Print. First, the feeling of abandonment, then trying to cope. Then death and hope and the thing Itself, waiting for me. It's all there in the pages ahead of here. It's there waiting for you. 但它的存在的故事，或任何他们。你可以看到它。任何人都可以，如果他们能看。我写了一些笔记，在利润率解释它。剩下的就是在字里行间，或在印刷精美。首先，被抛弃的感觉，然后设法应付。然后，死亡和希望，这件事情本身，等着我。这一切都存在于未来的页面在这里。它在那里等着你。

Or for me. I'm not sure. 还是我。我不知道。

The whole story. 故事的全部。