Liveblog: I’m Hacking Into My Girlfriend’s Computer To Figure Out What Her Multiple Identities Are, And Whether Or Not One Is Really Trying To Kill Me

While I realize that it isn’t ethical to hack into my girlfriend’s computer, she all but made it impossible for me not to. She has the same two or three passwords for every account, and based on what’s been going on lately, I feel that my actions are justifiable.

I’m pretty certain she has Multiple Personality Disorder. Lately, we’ll be driving and she’ll say something in a different voice, completely out of character, and when I ask her about it, she’ll just mumble something like, “Don’t worry about it,” or “It was so-and-so.”

I asked her a few days ago what she’s talking about when she says that, and she said something to the degree of being worried that she’s possessed by multiple demons. Clearly, this girl is not okay. Before I seek medical or professional help, I need to see what’s really going on — the truth, not just the lies she’s going to feed me.

I’m going to keep you updated on what I find.

3:49 p.m.: Found her personal journal on a Word document. Seems to be just from her. Updates and excerpts in a minute.

4:00 p.m.: Seems to be just random thoughts and ideas, nothing really out of the ordinary, except for this (referencing when she left a class early) “He told me to do it, and when he tells me to do it I have no choice.”

4:09 p.m.: I just found a fucking log sheet of interactions she’s had with me over the past few weeks. This particular document goes back to August 20. There’s nothing here out of the ordinary, just “went for coffee,” “had sex,” “talked about this thing or that thing,” but it’s all listed and organized by date, time and activity. I guess it’s not concrete evidence of her multiple personalities, but it definitely proves that this girl is fucking weird.

4:13 p.m.: Went on OkCupid. Her cache hasn’t been cleared in a while. In the auto-fill suggestions, 7 different email addresses came up, all slight variations of her real one. It seems like if she does have this problem, she doesn’t really identify with other people, just variations of herself. Though this could just be a normal facet of Multiple Personality Disorder, I don’t know.

4:19 p.m.: After trial/error (but not much, ironically, she’s nothing if not really predictable) I logged onto one of her ‘other’ identities accounts. Same photo. Same interests. Different name, different age, and different bio. The thing is, this is nothing concrete yet because I don’t know what her regular account says. Because you know, I didn’t realize my fucking girlfriend was on fucking OkCupid.

4:20 p.m.: This account says she’s interested in women.

4:22 p.m. She has a Mac, so I spotlight searched the name that’s on this account, and what comes up is her own Google search history (of this name) and a bunch of texts that are saved on iMessage.

4:27 p.m. Nothing of interest on the texts, from what I can see. But found another document, no name on it, but it’s a list of in-cohesive evidence she seems to be gathering? I can’t figure out what it is or who she’s talking about. Here’s an excerpt:

  1. Always watching.
  2. Is wherever we are.
  3. Interacts closely with the inner circle.
  4. Search history indicates interest in weaponry.
  5. Asking particular questions, trying to uncover my daily whereabouts.

4:29 p.m. She’s absolutely talking about me. One of her points is that this person keeps a knife by the bed and I do that but I live alone in a kinda ghetto area, and there’s no way she would have known about that unless she was looking in my drawers while I was asleep or in the bathroom, which I don’t really put past her at this point.

4:34 p.m. Found another journal. One of her identities believes it was alive in the Holocaust. It’s written in English, so there are some logical discrepancies but whatever. Here’s an excerpt.

I only have one pair of shoes and they’re thin leather and the laces are getting worn off. Nobody will tell me where they’re taking me next, but we’re living in a commune kind of place. All together. We cook and eat together and the kids huddle in the corners to stay warm. We pee in a bucket. There are trains that are coming in and out and taking people to the next location. There have been a lot of rumors about where that is but nobody will tell me anything. I’m just a kid. I have my little sister, Liese with me. I’m taking care of her. Mom is dead I think. I can’t know. I don’t know. I have a star on my arm and the people in charge have red cross-squiggles. That’s what makes us different. I kind of wouldn’t mind dying, if that’s what’s going to happen. I’d rather just die now. I’ll kill Liese because I’d rather she dies because of me rather than because of a red cross squiggle man.

4:43 p.m.: Holy shit, continuing to read from the other journal, she said she took the knife out of the drawer, and it isn’t there.

4:47 p.m.: Found a blueprint mapped out plan to get ‘him,’ which I think is me. Calling the police.

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