For a brief moment in time, Hell froze over and I lost my sanity, when I regained conciousness suddenly I had a MySpace account. But don’t worry, I deleted it.
Me: Don’t worry, I just deleted it.
Me: Ahhhh
Me: I feel much better.
Him: Me too
Him: Just knowing you had a myspace was almost too much for me
Me: Haha.
Me: Yeah.
Him: Although I could see you in emo glasses
Him: I’m surprised you brought yourself to make one to be honest
Him: Would’ve had to have had interventions and stuff
Him: It would’ve been a messy process
Me: Thank God I have friends like you.
I can’t shake the feeling that I’m being watched. I’m afraid that every move I make is being monitored, studied, copied. I was feeling all right for a while there, but I’m afraid that she’s hounding me again. I’m afraid to comment in Ash’s journal because I know she reads the things I say. But I love commenting because I feel it’s supportive. But I am afraid. I don’t want her watching me. I have dreams that she shows up at my door wearing the same clothes, with the same hair, and laughs in this really sick twisted way. I don’t even remember what she looks like. So I’m sorry I haven’t been posting. I’ll try harder.
