1/5/2011
Dear Diary
I'm scared. Every time I look at the mask, I can feel it staring, boring into my mind with that one eye hole. I stopped dressing in my room because it was staring. I know I'm not paranoid. Sure, I have hallucinated, but I know what that feels like, and this is way different.
I'm barely keeping up with school, the expectations, and the yelling. Everyday it's harder to get up in the morning, harder to drag myself to school and back. I don't know what to do.