they're watching me. i just know they are. i can feel it. a thousand eyes staring right at me. waiting for me to write this. to exist again. right now as i type this there are eyes appearing anywhere i can find them. there are eyes on the desk, the chair, my hands. none on the computer though. that's like... sacred.
do you think i'm going crazy? considering the stuff ppl sent me on the guestbook i might as well. haha. isn't that funny? the way i so quickly broke down. i miss my friend i miss her so much i don't really feel like a person without her. but i know she's better this way. everyone would be better off without me.
all i need is this screen. all i need is the search. then all of this will end and i can finally start living again. i can be a person again...
am i real? am i a real person? or am i fictional? maybe i'm fictional. maybe i AM just text on a screen and nothing more. maybe some other person is writing this right now, bored out of their mind. hahahahaha that'd be so fucked right?
im tired im going to bed.
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