I, paRANoia

(...shh!.. wait!.. be quiet!.. I think someone, or something, is outside my door! I think I hear them plotting against me, yet again... they're here!.. I knew it!.. I knew they would be back one day...) They're onto me. Let me type this really fast before I disappear. Pass it along in ways that you …

Dear Diary,

Is this where I have to run so I can be completely honest with myself? Do I have to fluff my three pillows and down comforter and lay my body between the world and the unwashed sheets of the paper bed that I call my journal? Is this where I can sincerely share my thoughts …