Friday, January 27, 2012


I'm RIGHT HERE. I can hear you bastards, you know.

Whispering won't help, I can hear you talking!

Bleh. Somehow word has gotten around that the docs gave me anti-psychotics, so now the rumor is that I'm a schizo. Of course, they won't say it to my face, instead, they whisper about it around the water cooler, forgetting that this room doesn't absorb sound very well. Bastards.


I'm debating whether I should ask Chelsea if she knows anything about what happened that one night where I freaked out. I still can't remember much of anything after writing that weird post, and she must have come back after that. Maybe she knows something?


  1. Dude, did you not read the description? You will hear voices that make you increasingly paranoid and critical of those that care about you or those that mean no harm to you. Just stop, before it gets any worse.

  2. Yes, I read the description, but that was me being CRAZY.

    After reading that thing, I started hallucinating. My imagination got the better of me. It was NOT an eldritch ghost that caused those hallucinations, it was probably my addled mind.

  3. I hope you don't confuse the two in the future, okay?

  4. You know, I wonder if half the time the commenters only make things worse. Like now.