Subject: rational paranoia

Mood: headachy
Music: "Shallow Be Thy Game" by RHCP

A number of people are out to get me. A number of people love to see me miserable. If you think I'm being egocentristic, you don't know me. They love to torture me. These people store the words I say, and twist them around my neck later. It's all a game. They're just too friggin bored with their lives, and don't like that I'm breaking free.

I don't care what people think anymore. I really don't. I'm too tired. These people - the ones who try to bend me - they've bled me of my emotions. I shouldn't have let them; I know that now. I can't find it in my hollow heart to respond. At least now I can live my life without the chatter.

Anxiety and depression are for those who care. I'm free of that now.

Go me.

- deej

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