I can't do anything right. I feel like a bird. A bird lying in the rocks. The water is suffocating me. Things cannot breathe underwater... Except for the fish, they are watching me. It hurts. There is a tall man behind the furnace. I don't like when it's dark. I cannot see when it's dark, I don't like not seeing. It scares me. The man doesn't like the light, it hurts him. I hurt too. We are the same. I hate my reflection. The curtain man is always there. Behind me in the mirror but not when I turn. He likes my room. The drain. It makes noises at night. I cannot sleep. They watch me. I'm scared. Phobia. Hell? Is this where I end? Do I really continue hurting everyone... People who are sad make me angry... because I could never fix them...
