Sometimes I get the feeling that maybe, as I sit on my bed in my room alone, I'm not actually alone. It's putting me on edge. It's not an uncomfortable feeling, but it's not on the verge of being comfortable, either. I don't even know whether I'm scared or not; I only know that my feet feel like they're being squeezed by cold and my hands shake on their own. Even as I sit and type this, I feel them watching me, slowly, not really doing anything else but staring. Y'know that feeling you get when you FEEL watched and that person is watching you so fully, so completely, so DRAWN by you that you feel like your melting, dissintegrating, getting smaller, maybe even becoming nothing? But I think, what I'm most scared of, is if they stare at me so hard, for so long, and so slowly... I might disappear.

I wonder how many people would think I committed suicide; I wonder how many people would believe I'd never commit such a shitty act.