“Why does it feel like night today? Something in here's not right today. Why am I so uptight today? Paranoia's all I got left. I don't know what stressed me first, or how the pressure was fed, but I know just what it feels like to have a voice in the back of my head like a face that I hold inside. A face that awakes when I close my eyes. A face that watches every time I lie. A face that laughs every time I fall.”
