Followed

I can’t focus very often. It makes me sigh. They would take me in if I act nice. They would really take me in if I panicked and yelled. Instead, I’ll be in my bedroom. If they want me bad enough? They will follow me to my house. They will, maybe? I am not willing like I used to be. I’m just a little tired. On day three. You get tired after three days. You don’t get bored, somehow. Shapes just start seeming sharper. You can’t hold shapes, but they are everywhere. I’d draw a picture of the universe, but I don’t know how to hold a pencil anymore. The nurses are following me again. Hospitals never close. I can’t focus very often. I survive all the time. The ghosts tell me to do it again. I might as well. Survive again. I’m almost on day four. I could go to the hospital any time. They’d probably say I’m fine. I could go to the hospital any time. But instead, I survive again.