Footsteps and Doors

My head feels like it's going to explode. It's three in the morning, and I haven't been able to sleep a wink. Barry is out lieka light on the couch, but I can't handle it. The footsteps started at about four o'clock this afternoon. It's like a group of people are marching around my apartment. When Barry got back from work he could hear it to. Then the door to the bathroom and my bedroom started opening and closing occassionally, like whatever it is was walking around from room to room. At first it was scary, Barry and I were both freaked out, but now, it's driving me up the wall. it makes my head hurt, and I feel liek I haven't slept in months. It's one of those piercing headaches, the kinds that seem to come from the center of your brain, rather than your sinuses or ears, like something is buried in the middle of your head, and is trying to scratch its way out.

I don't understand what these things want from me. Why me? What makes me special? Why should I have ghost problems, and people slashing my tires and putting dead birds on my car. What did I ever do? As if having my heart stomped on by a girl wasn't enough punushment. How much of this am I supposed to put up with? I feel like I'm drowning, and I don't know how much more I can take. Maybe if I could just get a good nights sleep I would feel better, but now I can't even get that. My face hurts, my back hurts, my shoulders are sore, I still have a nasty lump on the back of my head, my arms and legs itch where I was scratched, and I've got nasty welts from where the flies bit me. God I'm so pathetic. Now I'm sitting at my computer, crying like a little kid. I feel so picked on right now. I just want this to stop. I want my life to be the way it was. I want to be normal. I just want to be normal.

WHEN IS THIS GOING TO END?!?!?!

LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!!!!!