A friend of mine says that paranoia for some is life blood for others. So simple, sweet and so true. It is deffinatly life blood for me. It has become my life.
You see, THEY are out to get me. I am risking alot just thinking about THEM. THEY know, just like Santa Claus. Sick but true, THEY know. Everybody else is dead. I can't tell you who, but it doesn't matter. You can't bring them back. Only those who don't know are alive. And, yes, me. I'm the last one to know. Of what I can't tell you. THEY've killed everybody I've spoken to. I don't talk any more. I don't do much any more but run. You see, THEY are always behind me and I've got to remain one step ahead. I've been called crazy but I'm still alive. That's my power over THEM. My life. As long as I'm alive, THEY can not do anything.
