: maybe it's because i am sick...
Maybe it's becuase I am sick, I have a cold, that i am freaking out. I think I am schitzophrenic, I haven't been diagnosed yet. I have been hallucinating for the last day and a half. I see out of the corner of my eye just something, something. Maybe a dark figure, maybe a dozen small black and/or white creatures darting across the room out of my line of vision, with or without visible orange and red eyes, charcoal black. Oh, I don't know. The comfort of Billie Holiday. Her silky voice, very thick. Maybe my reflection isn't what it should be, someone else entirely. I look upon it directly, though, and I am my blurry self. Except for i have almost perfect vision; right: 20/20, left: 15/20. I always write these incidents down, usually on paper in a blank book and then quickly hide it from my family, but now on the internet, of course, where they don't know about it. Wow, Don't Explain is over already; now comes Ella Fitzgerald, I Get A Kick Out Of You. I have a password to this, which is good, and the only people who might read this, I don't know personally, so i don't really see why I should worry. And yet... nothing.
Maybe it's becuase I am sick, I have a cold, that i am freaking out. I think I am schitzophrenic, I haven't been diagnosed yet. I have been hallucinating for the last day and a half. I see out of the corner of my eye just something, something. Maybe a dark figure, maybe a dozen small black and/or white creatures darting across the room out of my line of vision, with or without visible orange and red eyes, charcoal black. Oh, I don't know. The comfort of Billie Holiday. Her silky voice, very thick. Maybe my reflection isn't what it should be, someone else entirely. I look upon it directly, though, and I am my blurry self. Except for i have almost perfect vision; right: 20/20, left: 15/20. I always write these incidents down, usually on paper in a blank book and then quickly hide it from my family, but now on the internet, of course, where they don't know about it. Wow, Don't Explain is over already; now comes Ella Fitzgerald, I Get A Kick Out Of You. I have a password to this, which is good, and the only people who might read this, I don't know personally, so i don't really see why I should worry. And yet... nothing.
Current Mood:
confused
Current Music: Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald
