Captains Log. Day Eleventy Seven.

I've ran out of things to type. Perhaps It's my utter boredom from being stuck in here for 2 weeks to avoid an invisible enemy or its just my mind going to insanity. Maybe the dancing leprechaun on the wall will guide me back to my sanity.

I look at it confused knowing I've already lost my mind into my worst enemy that is my imagine. It tells me to follow the yellow brick road and that it is my father while it is doing the chicken dance. I try to ignore it while pounding my head on the wall looking for any hope.

Instead I just concuss myself and see my only friends in life. Chip.. Penny.. and Used Napkin.. the gang is all here. You would be surprised by the voice of Penny. He has a wonderful voice even though people tell me im crazy and its a fucking penny but you know.

Used Napkin insists i should stop typing on Twitter and that people are going to think that I am mentally deranged. But I ignore it's warning and continue to spaz out like a lunatic on coke and bunch of other shit. Maybe I should actually look at the sun and see the world.

Or Maybe Im just a Vampire and I'll melt in the Sunlight. Or Maybe Im the Wicked Witch of the West and melt from a little droplet of water. OR MAYBE I'm a sleep deprived with insomnia and the voices in my head are trying to help me to actually go to bed.

People instead look at this thread wondering if they should call for help for me and remember. Everything is closed. And I'll sit here laughing like The Joker, with a smile drawn on my face.