I think I'm sick or something. In the past week I've gotten next to no sleep. I'm afraid to sleep, afraid my dad's going to die or something while I'm not there. I feel more comfortable in my floating, dreamlike world, where I'm sleepy and everything's all fuzzy-like.

Sure, I've been drawing, and playing guitar, and I'm even about to go get my first truck tomorrow, but I just don't feel good. I feel like if I go to sleep I'll be alone, and I don't want that. I feel safe in the company...