 I just get so worked up about the littlest things. But I'm trying my best not to be so nervous anymore. Speaking of spooky, my Greenwich Village people have you guys heard about these. Disappearances happening lately. Safe out there, my dudes. The news, rumors, anything. It's gotten to the point where I can't walk down the street anymore without feeling unsafe. I can't help but look over my shoulder. Is he looking at me? Is he following me? I'm trying to get out of wherever I am. I'm trying to calm down a little bit. And then sometimes I'll just end up forgetting where I was in the first place or who I thought was following me. Is someone gonna kill me? Am I next? What is he doing? Does he have a knife? What do I do? Where do I go? I...I... I'd feel a lot safer if I had a friend. It's so hard to make friends. I find that it's nice to go home and drink some tea. That has always helped me. Sometimes I get so worked up I don't know what's actually happening. Sometimes I don't even know what's real anymore.