Why am I so fucking
paranoid? Creepy-ass professors walking the halls, shows moving out of the
corner of my eye, dreams about closed doors leading to scary places… it’s like
the world is out to drive me crazy! I want to catch up on the school I missed
after my roommate died. I want to get my degree. I don’t want to worry about
stalkers, or shadows, or dreams. I don’t want to know about any of that, I want
it to just leave me the fuck alone, go bother someone else, someone who likes
the scary shit, or deserves it, or whatever.
And I really, really don’t
want to die like her.
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