After fighting, everything else in your life got the volume turned down.

We're the same person.

I'm worried about Jack. I'm worried about us.

I told him we were the same person.

He's not taking it too well. He thinks I'm making him do things that he doesn't want to do, and that he can't even stop it.

He thinks fight club's getting too popular - that Project Mayhem and all of our cult followers are going overboard, fighting just to fight, causing chaos everywhere, blowing up buildings - we're causing too much of a scene.

He wants me to stop seeing Marla. I told him I had stopped, but he doesn't believe me. He's confused.

He wants me gone now. He's getting sick of me causing even more problems from him.

I can't do that, though. I'm Jack. We are Tyler Durden.

If one of us goes, so does the other.

He's trying to end me, trying to get rid of me. I used to be his hero. And now I'm his antagonist.

The only way one of us is gone, is if we get killed.

Everything's pretty complicated for us right now. Jack needs to just calm down and except that I'm him, too.

Rules of Fight Club.

1st RULE: You do not talk about FIGHT CLUB.
2nd RULE: You DO NOT talk about FIGHT CLUB.
3rd RULE: If someone says "stop" or goes limp, taps out the fight is over.
4th RULE: Only two guys to a fight.
5th RULE: One fight at a time.
6th RULE: No shirts, no shoes.
7th RULE: Fights will go on as long as they have to.
8th RULE: If this is your first night at FIGHT CLUB, you HAVE to fight.

How much can you possibly know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?

Jack and Me Are Dead, kind of.

Everybody in Project Mayhem blew up some buildings the other night. Important ones, like banks and businesses. Jack tried to stop it, but couldn't. He didn't realize how he was seriously hallucinating me until he was on top of a building holding a gun inside of his mouth, yelling and talking like it was me. It was all him. Marla came up and tried to get him to calm down, even though they'd been fighting lately because Jack had been ignoring her and blowing her off on and off. They watched all the buildings collapse, and he didn't even to explain everything - us. He just held her hand and watched as the buildings fell down. Poor Marla, she's got no idea what a messed up guy she's with. I'm happy for them, though.

Later on, he shot himself. So, he ended us. I mean, it's the only he could've got rid of me. He woke up in heaven, though. He can't hear me or see me anymore. They keep telling him theyre waiting for him to return, and just calling him Tyler Durden. He's coming to grips that he was me, and now he's getting all the credit for Project Mayhem and the fight clubs we made. They're still up and running, even though he's gone now, and so am I.

I'm glad I met Jack, we really changed each others' lives, or, our life. We've done so much. We gave up our condo, our lives, all our materialistic life, to dedicate ourselves into fight club. We were just a normal person, and we made something that people are always gonna remember. He might be gone, me too, but what we created - fight club's gonna live forever.

"Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing."

Chemical Burn.

I talked to Jack last night about some pretty deep stuff. He told me about how his dad left him when he was little, and I told him about how distant mine was, and how he was always telling me what to do even when I grew up. He talked about how unhappy he was with his life, how he wanted more. He wanted to be free, in a way, which I completely understood. We talked about how fight club was going, and death. How unhappy and unfulfilled we'd be if we died tomorrow. I burned his hand. It was a chemical burn.

Obviously, he freaked out. I eventually put vinegar on it to neutralize it. I wanted to show him pain, real, raw, physical pain - and that he could deal with it. I wanted him to embrace it, not hate it. I wanted to show him that even if he had nothing, that he could build himself back up.

It's only after we've lost everything, that we're free to do anything.

Meeting Marla, Tension with Jack?

Today, I met Marla Singer. I mean, I slept with her, too, but I met her. She lives in an apartment building a few blocks away from Jack and I. I guess her and Jack had a thing - it seems like it's fading though. I mean, now that she's met me she seems to think I'm the best thing that's ever happened to her. I don't really want her like that, though. I felt bad for her. She was lonely, Jack's been going through some stuff lately and can't sort himself out. He's been distant, and she needs someone constant. That person shouldn't be me though, it should be Jack. The only reason I slept with her was so Jack would realize how much he cared about her and fix their relationship. I told him, though, I don't like secrets. It worked. Marla took a bottle of Xanax before I came over as a cry for help, so I slept with her and then came back home and told Jack. He's been on the phone with her ever since. See? I'm not just a jerk, I actually made him realize he needed to get her before she slipped away.
Jack and me are really tense lately. I mean, despite the whole sleeping with Marla thing - I think he's getting jealous of me. He's realizing that even though we do everything together - run fight club, see Marla, when we hang out with people - people are always asking him if he knows Tyler Durden. It's always about me. He's getting jealous of me.

I'm everything Jack wishes he was.