Me:No. I'm spacey. Today I had some weird shit go on with my body. Brain? Idk. Weird. I've also run into Tim two days in a row. I'm hanging on. I'm really trying to hang on. I'm falling apart and Anthy is holding me together. I've missed talking to you. I can't do this. I'm so fucking scared to be in my own goddamn house. The window's behind me. The one he would crawl through. He knows where I am. He could be aiming a gun through it right now. I could die any minute. I need to move. God. Help. Me.