antipunk

DAY 7- brok.en

I'm freaking out, trying to tell someone the house is on fire and we need to call 911 but no one is listening! They are all just sleeping. Wake Up! WAKE UP! THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!

"GOD DAMNIT, LOOK!"

The door flies open a nice day with a hint of a breeze. Wheres the fire?!?! I know the house was being burned to the ground I could hear the people walking around outside doing it!...

Psychosis will manifest in various form under various conditions.

Was I crazy was it ALL in my head?!?! Crying and screaming in rage with blade & mace in hand plotting murder I hunt up and down the streets looking for "evidence". A pile of burned leaves and the hint of smoke outside is all I turn up...no I'm not crazy but someone wanted me to think so...I hate this game. This is the fucking game I hate the most. Last time I played this game I spent a week and a half in the psych ward drugged up on 6 different pills, kept alive like a zombie. Sent off to rehab like a criminal and left to contimplate revenge alone.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK this is the worst...I'm so tired.
18 hours of sleep and I know I'm showing traces of being tweaked out . Traces of paranoa still poping into my head...I fucking hate this.