been lying low for a couple of days. people came into town. people who shouldn't be here. people who shouldn't know I'm here. so called in sick and held shelter in my stinky motelroom. last night i ran, again. now I'm in a new place. but only for a little while. the people are still around, I think. the thing is, I don't even know what to do. I'm so paranoid that I have cut my hair off and dyed it.
my reflection is crooked. weird homemade hair, dark pale face, and a to-skinny body. have lost like 30 pounds. and it's all their fault. god, I need sleep. a parkbench 'll do.