texts: Everywhere, like a plague. </s> <s> God almighty. I thought I was the only one. </s> <s> Me, too. I had no idea. It's like I was coming apart at the seams. </s> <s> Oh God. I know. I know. </s> <s> What is it Paul? What's happening to me?
labels: They keep telling me I'm already dead, that they're gonna tear me apart, piece by piece, and throw me into the fire.  I carry these everywhere but they don't help. Nothing helps. Everyone thinks I'm crazy. My mother filed a report with the army.