I think there's a direct link between depression and sleep deprivation. And no, this is far from a depression, it's just paranoia and all these assumptions taken to an extreme. So it's like there's this little guy running inside my head trying to connect the dots.. even though maybe it's not what I need right now. What's more fucked up is the fact that I woke up at 7.30 this morning, even though I just got home at 3 in the morning. Why I even bothered staying up that late is anyone's guess.

I'm starting to wonder if all of this is just in my head. Maybe. You know, just endless speculation and overanalysing of every goddamned word and every single thing. And by overanalysing, I mean looking at the probability of crashing into a brick wall and smashing myself into millions of little pieces. Well, that, and a movie-script ending. If it's starting to sound like a binary choice, then maybe it is.

Or, I could just stop, bow graciously to the audience and exit the theatre. There's always another night, another venue and of course, a new audience.