Originally Posted by Rain Man
2:13 A.M.: I hear em'. They're scratching at my house, downstairs. They're gonna get in, I gotta figure out a way to keep them back... I've taken to my closet, don't know how good they are at taking out the doors... Hope i'll be ok by morning...
2:26 A.M.: I managed to find an old knife... Kept it under my bed and forgot about it. The scatching is getting louder, they're almost in. How in the hell am I getting out of this one... I feel as though, any second now and they are in, bursting into my house. Oh god, i'd shoot myself to get rid of this paranoia...
2:40 A.M.: Stop it! Stop this! The noise is unbearable, it took me this long to muster up the courage to come back and log my thoughts in. I will not fight it anymore... It's all in my head, I will try and sleep now... I sure hope it's the weed talking...