We decided to go on a date, it’s been ages since we saw each other due to our hectic schedule, long distance relation sucks. We decided to meet at the Starbucks on Friday at 6:30 pm. Thursday night, lying in bed I thought about the blood; blood has always been the reason I did this.
When I saw the woman in the middle of the road swat thin air, I recognized it; schizophrenia. I approached her, she turned, and her face distorting horribly, her hands waved me away. “No, no! Go, go now!” she demanded, heading off down the road. I followed at some distance, trying carefully not to spook
Just as he was starting to calm down, he heard a knock on the door. He turned around quickly, his heart beating like a drum, and took a few steps forward. He was having a hard time breathing now, but he didn’t notice that. If his fingernails were digging into his palms hard enough to
Me: This is a great morning. I better make the best of my day. Paranoia: You’re probably going to get hit by a truck while crossing the road today. Me: I have a test tomorrow. I better prepare well for it. Paranoia: You won’t be able to give a test after getting hit by a