M.C.'s journal entries [spoiler]

Entry 1 (act 1): I don't know what happened. I was walking to school with Sayori, se pressures me into looking at her club, and suddenly, I'm in a literature club, when I barely read anything but Manga. The club is made up of incredibly cute girls. I couldn't say no. Now I have to write a poem about something.

Entry 2 (Act 1): Sayori has been acting... strange, to say the least. She seems so sad lately. I know somethings wrong. I don't know what to do. I think I'll write more later, I have somebody coming over today.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sayori told be something today. I'm hurting her. I don't understand her, but I have to help her... somehow... I made a choice. But it's as if that choice wasn't mine to make. It feels like I made it without thinking. It feels like there were more choices. This is how it always felt; choosing what to write in the poems, breaking up the fight between Yuri and Natsuki. I don't know what's wrong. I know I can't tell anyone else, especially not Sayori. It's too much.

Entry 1 (act 2) I walked to school alone today, same as always. Except, something is... off. It's as if somebody is missing. I tried to remember last year, but I can't. Everything just seems... fuzzy. When I try to remember before high school, It's like looking at a deleted file; It doesn't exist. Maybe I should stop thinking about it...
Monika invited me to her club. If I didn't join, it couldn't officially be a club, so I couldn't really refuse. Especially not the 3 girls in the club: Monika, Natsuki, and Yuri. I need to write a poem.

Entry 2 (act 2) I'm getting that feeling from yesterday, but worse. It's as if the only things that exist in life are my house, the school, and the walk to the school. I don't feel human. It's as if I'm not in control of what I do and say. I feel like somebody is looking through me, as if I were a drone. And it feels like Monika doesn't talk to me. It feels like she's talking through me. I feel like there is something wrong with the girls, like they aren't themselves, even though I've only known them for a couple days. I want to tell somebody, I want somebody to understand. But I can't. I can't do that to anybody. I need to keep up this geeky, oblivious, facade. I need to keep this to myself.