- i know they're there. one i used to love told me: "you just have a active imagination. and a twisted one." but she lied. but she thought i was lying. i wouldn't lie. but they want me to. they—the ones lurking in the corners as i look, the ones who watch me, the ones who seek to replace me, the ones who are vastly different from any case—are a burden i have been forced to live with for 4 years at this point. they started this depression and they sure as hell won't be the ones to end it,
right todd?