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Crazed, I feel crazed. Obsessed with obsessions, Im not sure howI really feel any longer. Last night i dreamed I admitted my darkest secrets on this shit lj and all it did was make people hate me.... Am I crazy like people say, Mental hypocondria is what they all gave me. My obsessions with teh grim and macob, my addictions to the obsessions, my phobias of teh addictions, my stimulation of it all. What to do, I grow so restless of this eternity of suffering. Ahh I'll make due.......... Writing can keep my mind free, write is my obsession, my addiction, but not my phobia. David copperfield, Anyone read? Interesting how Birth in teh story plays a roll? Im dizzy, and i havea fever... What if I die from my fever, ya I sound like an OCD person I knoow..... But what if I did wouldI be missed?