Monday, October 31, 2005 // 12:25 AM

i started writing on my bedroom wall last night, this is going to get da all worried again. because my toilet walls are already covered in marker. yes da, what else do you think i am, you would like to add to the list? Schizophrenic Druggie who listens to Depressing Music and is Too Introspective For Seventeen? i know you have your point, da, i know that being a parent is necessarily paranoia. i just. i just wonder about what you say, propped up next to what i am. your reasons for thinking me all these things, what if they aren't fully paranoia? what if it's me, in my blindness, adamant, sincere but also, sincerely wrong? feeding the monster?

i think. statistically, the thoughts i have at three am don't make very much sense at all.