They're knocking again. No idea why, or who they are, but it's frightening.

An indescribable, terrible feeling that can't be put aside.

I wish I knew why I can't sleep.

***

Though I haven't been writing I have been feeling paranoid, happy, sad (but I don't know why), over-enthusiastic, in the middle of a complete breakdown-psycho-preternatural-bullshit phase where I don't know who or what I am.

**
"I'd rather be dead than cool."

*

Nothing seems to push me forward, I'm stuck in a rut of fear and loathing, and not even that fuck-head Nixon can get me out.

*censored to avoid blame for murder/suicide/hate, because only the right-wing is blameless.

Yes
No
Do nothing