the start of a story with no end
September 20, 2009 at 10:31 pm (stories)
as the tears slide down my face i worry about the pain that im causing not only to me but to everyone around. the paranoia is getting worse. so much worse. im finding it too hard to even walk home at night. even in the middle of the day. true its worse at night, when its dark. people associate being afraid of the dark with little kids but it’s not just young kids who are scared. i was always scared of the dark, afraid of the unknown. i was, am convinced there is always someone hiding out there, ready to attack. convinced there was always someone following behind. after all who can tell the difference between a scream of fear and agony and that of a playful one between friends.
