it's odd. i get this feeling that i am being watched. and because of this watcher is relaying what i know to someone else. who in turn is waiting to spy on me when i take the bus.
but that is my illness talking. i for the last 6 months have not taken the bus.
and the day i do... i have been hoping that i do not see her or her husband. but i do. fortunately not on the same bus as me. just at the two terminals i visited. on my way to my boss's place to work.
the thing is i cannot tell the difference between something imaged and something real. unless the thing that is real acknowledges the thing that is imagined.
it is the same demons that are on the bus that take over and make me paranoid. but then again it's just my illness.
