I wonder what it would be like to find out that the reason you never seemed to get along with your parents was that you were actually a clone of someone, and your parents were actually scientists tasked with keeping an eye on you.
the man and our permanent third wheel have made plans for us to go and watch Star Wars episode 1 in 3D this evening... I really don't want to go but can't figure out how to not be a let down by backing out
Human beings make life so interesting. Do you know that in a universe so full of wonders, they have managed to invent boredom? -Terry Pratchett
The cops and building superintendent magically showed up after what I now know was a panic attack. Why the fuck did I get one? And then straight to the ER and Pysch Ward for no fucking help whatsoever but meds that don't work!
So much shit has happened, and all I keep getting are constant interruptions and that constant "I'm threatening you" and "be miserable" feeling.
And it seems I'm about to start yelling again for no reason.
Code name, at this point, "Voice 2 skull". Fuck it, I've been targeted. And they have been doing a number on me. No peace.
It seems like someone is out to annoy the fuck out of me, period.. and heck, even ruin me.
In other news, phone screen tomorrow. Here's to being left alone then.