Opening Post 7/8

Oh fuck oh shit he's commenting on my posts now oh god this is absolutely terrifying, this is the scariest thing that's ever happened to me, I know I'm an attention-whore but this is a scary kind of attention!

I told my parents today about this stalker who's commenting on my blog and they told me I was freaking out over nothing, my parents suck they are so horrible to me, they always treated me like this growing up and it made me dark and moody and a tortured genious and this is why I'm so popular.

They even told me that the giant doll that sat in my room when I slept was all in my head, why are they so mean. On some nights, I'd wake up in the middle of the night and the doll would be sitting on me and she'd put a finger over my lips and say "Shhhhhh, you are going to write a Fearblog." And then I'd fall asleep again. BUT NOBODY BELIEVES ME.

Sometimes I'd spend nights just crying and reading OH GOD THE RAPTURE IS BURNING and wishing that I could be like Jordan, that I could meet Salmacis and have a good life instead of this lame boring life that I hate.

Also today on the way to my Dressage Horse contest or whatever it is I do uh COLLEGE, on my way to college I saw a guy wearing a gas mask spraypainting tags on the walls. He left and I took a picture of the strange symbol he drew.

This is all so confusing.