I am hiding out in my room. I feel like crap right now and E.H has a bunch of friends round, they're all laughing in the back 'garden' and I can hear them through the window. My paranoia is rearing its foul face again and I feel like they're all laughing at me, even though I can hear what they are saying. Whenever I miss a word I get that creeping panic. I have to go downstairs in ten minutes to get food out of the oven. I hope they are gone by then.
I hate this.
About Me
- Sylvia Winters
- Sylvia is a psudonym. I like the name but it serves no purpose. It is merely for aesthetics and not to conceal my identity. I apologise profusely for the exaggerated and pompous aspects of my writing. However, I can't be arsed to do anything about it.
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