i've only been waiting for two years to take a taste of privacy and comfort. i feel all the eyes at all the times when in my home. i've been trying to understand not only why i can't ever be alone with myself but which people and which places are where i call home. some by association? that doesn't quite make sense to me. some of the people i see every day make me call into question where i am and what has changed around me. i feel the spindly fingers making designs on my back, the overwhelming chills of confusion and insanity. I Do Not Give In. i have nothing that insanity wants anymore. it's already taken its pound of flesh and cursed my soul. there is nothing else i can do for it. i'm so tired.