True story.

Also, just opened my iTunes and put it on shuffle. First song: Insane by Scares on Broadway.

Coincidence?

Most likely.

Anywho, it suposedly developes in the late teens to early twenties. I seriously doubt I have it since there's that whole paradox of knowing you're crazy means you're not crazy.

Sometimes though, there's voices. Inside and outside my head. Sometimes I see things in the darkness. It's gotten to a point I don't like going into the hall without a light on. My room's okay, since the streetlight outside prevents me from being completely shrouded in shadows.

That just sounded damned dramatic now didn't it?

I wonder how many of my journals have contained the question of my sanity.

That's all for that. Also, discovered the show Dead Like Me. Sad it is only two seasons long, even if George is something of a whiney guss. Watched most of it on hulu already. Have a bundle to do and not to do this week. Life is still pretty boring. Also there is something just on the edge of my mind. If I could figure it out maybe I could get some damn sleep.

Bye.

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Most men are within a finger's breadth of being mad. ~Diogenes

I suppose it is much more comfortable to be mad and know it, than to be sane and have one's doubts. ~G.B. Burgin