the things

the things i do
the things i see
the things i feel
the things i deal (with)
the things that i ignore
the things i eat
the things i say (very little of)

and most importantly, The Things themselves. i have so much fear for Them, and They seem to enjoy frightening me. Boo. screaming. lots of screaming, pulling of hair, tearing of the scalp and the decomposing of the skin tissues. Boo. my bones shatter. my eyes move left and right, left and right, my torso spinning to see who's behind, hiding behind, ready to stab my back, my eyes moving left and right as i look for the letters H-E-L-...

H-E-L-L...

H-E-L-P...

H-E-L-L-O...?

boo.