Maybe I Have Mad Cow Disease?
Histrionic diary entries, angsty yearbook scrawlings, and really bad poetry brought back from teenagerhood and the other side of cool. Dates may be omitted and names may have been changed, but rest assured these are legit.
Diary Entry, 17 years old
My waking life sometimes is really exactly like some nightmares. I have no reasons for this insanity. Where is this coming from? Maybe I’m insane. Maybe I have Mad Cow disease. Maybe I have a mental disorder. Maybe I really am just a ghost eavesdropping on the people I love.
Yes, I know. I need therapy.