Maybe some of you will remember me just by looking at the image attached, maybe some of you are totally clueless of who I am.

So basically, in short, when I was young I used to have many imaginary friends, the creepiest one being Jim. I thought he was back, but wasn't 100% sure. Now I am sure.

I moved out from my house in hopes that the shit would stop, and it did for a while, until probably the last two weeks of December.
I've been having weird dreams lately, and I thought they were just dreams, but now I know it's Jim's new way of communicating with me.
He's tormenting me, and I can tell.
He knows most of my fears and uses them against me.
After being haunted by him, I came back home. I came here since the 24th. Thought mother's love would make it better and whatnot. It just got worse.
I keep seeing things in the corner of my eyes, hearing things, getting hurt without knowing why, and my dreams are getting more and more twisted.
I know it's not Jim only. I know there are more... friends (don't know what to call them) against me.
I'm losing my mind.
I wake up with new bruises/cuts every day.
Help, /x/? I'm desperate.