I'm not crazy

I know that they can probably read this, whoever they are. I'm not worried about that part. They think they own the world, reading my thoughts when I sleep. I keep a fresh roll of duct tape on hand just in case I have to tape my hands. Believe you me, I'm sick and tired of taping my hands! Pulling the tape off only makes me irritable. How the hell am I supposed to sleep when they know what I'm thinking?

Don't laugh, they do it to you too.

You'll be lying in bed, half awake or half asleep, then all of the sudden, you can't move. You're scared as hell. You struggle and finally move, and then you don't want to sleep again. It's the worse thing to happen since a hockey bike. That's right I said it.

I've refused to take my meds due to this issue, as it will only give them power. Why should I give them the glory? That's what I say!

Oh God, I just realized my radio was on. Dammit! I gotta be more careful. I can hear them breathing in the static.

I'll write more as soon as I re-tape the floor.