December 28, 2017



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 I know sound like a million other crazy people, with the belief that half of the world is out to get me.
But even the doctors and nurses are starting to notice all of the strangers gathering at the front gates of the asylum.

December 26, 2017

Poor little George was a quiet lad; with only one friend he as often sad.
Now poor George is a lonely lad; he cut out that friend's eyes when he get mad.

December 23, 2017

Being buried alive was bad enough. Realizing I wasn't alone in  my own grave was worse.

December 21, 2017

Grandmother told me that it was a gift to see the angel of death in front of people's house, to know that he'd be collecting someone there soon. I though it was a gift too, up until the day I began to see them in front of every house.

December 17, 2017



The instructions clearly said to write letters to those who had wronged me, and then burn them. It didn't tell me where to send the letters after I burned the people they were written for  though.

December 16, 2017



Her face was as pale as the moon and her hand shook as she put the phone down. "Thomas," she said, turning to me, " If -- if that's true, then who did we bury?"

December 14, 2017

Alone one night, I couldn't find my phone. It finally rang and the voice on the line  simply said," Your welcome."

December 11, 2017

The grinning face stared at me from the darkness beyond my bedroom window. I live on the 14th floor.

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