I realized today I might be crazy. Not the kind I always knew I am-in short, not the good kind. The bad kind. Voices in my head? Kind of. If imaginary 'friends'-such as book characters-that follow me around twenty-four seven count. I've always known they weren't real, and that it was all in my head and everything, but it...comforted me to know they were there. I've never really been close to anyone, I've always been alone.... Sure, I had my family. But I'm different than they are, not as...confident...

Spider under my draws, not even scared of them but this is terrifiying...
It has 3 ways out, 3 ways to die...
But which way?
It has to come out before mother sees... she'll on freak and stress me more...
But it won't leave... And I really want it to go...
Don't want to be a murderer, but it needs to go to heaven...
I'm all itchy...
And Shivering...
And what if it has eggs?
How will we cope with spider babies when mother screams from money spiders......

So, on Monday my back pack was in my Drama class, while I was on stage practicing.
I come back to find my wallet gone..
Contents:$20 , two free movie tickets to any game, libary card, CA id card, School ID card, Rite aid wellness card, my hotmail password, emerangy contact.


So, I went home pissed the hell out. I changed my password, but that deleted my writing.EVERYTHING!!!! All my plays, stories, poems & songs. Including the novel I was working on.. >...