Damn. Damn.
...Damn.
Today's one of those days when I have the unpleasant sensation of being watched. And I have a lot of homework to do, and not much patience or concentration to do it with.
. . .'s gonna be a loooong day.
- I'm worried, G. I hear voices inside my head, and the shadows in my room move around.
- Ah. That's 'paranoia'.
- No, G. I. . .I. . .feel them doing. .strange. . .awful, awful things to me in the dark.
- . . . .'Fita?
- Yes?
- . . .You are fucked up.
Mood: Worried. About...stuff. And kinda sleepy.
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