Not much more to say
I'm changing my major. It's decided. I guess Nadine made the same decision. She's moving to San Francisco too and is going to finish her grad work at distance. I think I have an idea why she's moving considering that her and Hina just set their relationship statuses on facebook to dating each other.
I'm glad for them. Silver linings, you know? They make a cute couple.
I guess I'll never know what really was going on with that ship or what was in those undersea ruins. Or what happened while I was sleepwalking all those times and what Toby saw. I'll probably go back to my regular blog and deal with life like normal. Or try to. How do you even recover from something like this? And it's like, we can't tell anyone what really happened because they would hospitalize us or something. The news said that The Eye was sunk by Toby and he's being blamed for all the deaths. I mean technically he did sink it but I don't believe anyone was still alive on that ship when it went down. It sucks that his name is being dragged through the mud but seriously, what can we do? No one would for a second believe even half the shit we went through. No one's interviewed me or Hina or Nadine. Sania either. Maybe they talked to Captain Santiago? I honestly don't know what'll happen with the investigation. I have no idea how I'd deal if a bunch of police showed up to interview me.
I guess the divers couldn't find the submersible in the open bay when they went searching. Maybe Toby got out. But the news said they didn't find any bodies either so I guess there's no way to know for sure. And he's not going to contact anyone if he'd get arrested the minute the police or Interpol or whomever would handle something like The Eye going down got wind of him. Maybe that's Aussie jurisdiction? I don't know anything about international law. So all I can do is hope he's alive.
The nosebleeds are only happening here and there so I think more or less it's over now and my back still feels cold and tingly but nothing really hurts there now. Nerve damage probably doesn't heal so I'll just get used to it.
Anyways I just know I won't ever go on a boat again.
So last post here. No more sonarchick. Back to landlocked life as usual.
Now if you'll excuse me, some asshole is knocking on my door like my apartment is on fire, so I'm going to go deal with that.











