My own paranoia is slowly beginning to digest my brain.
I still can't sleep. My head has finally tricked itself into believing I'm awake while I'm asleep and this terrifies me. Meanwhile somewhere in this neighbourhood some old lady is taking a hatchet to a poodle..I know it. I was thinking about that last night while I went to grab coffee at 5 in the morning..well not about old ladies and hatchets persay, but people in general. If I was to go knock on a door and say to whoever answered that I was about to die, and tell them they have 5 minutes to leave me with my final perception of humanity, I wonder what they would say. I mean I'd hope they'd at least invite me in for tea. Even if you're a terrible person, tea always seems to help uphold a sense of class I suppose. Tea is also sort of deceptive at the same time though, serial killers I'm sure really enjoy tea. Things are just twisted like that, you know?