Gloomy Friday

The chilly air seems mocking. Dark clouds hover mournfully outside. My paranoia is amplified by these talks i hear in the outskirts of my cubicle. Yes, paranoia can be a good ally but as an enemy, you can expect only the worst. I formulate strange and uncanny thoughts. It resides on the back of mind, slowly stalking me. Ever so slowly, it lurches forward, grasps me behind my own reasoning and then locks me in submission.

Curse this wretched paranoia. I cannot think straight. I cannot force it out of my mind. It is like a tenant that will forever house my mind for my own lifetime. As a momentary calmness slowly fills me in, once again the cold thoughts chills my spine. Paranoia, once again, kicks in. I half-wished that hopefully, i can welcome this stalker home, give it a warm cover and accept it as a reminder that i have to do better to escape the cruel remarks i thought i was hearing.

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i know i am like this eversince. i have no idea why i always feel this way whenever they engage in a talk with hushed voices. curse them, i will show you...