In general, I don't like to complain too much. But, man am I starting to get lonely. The reality that I probably am dead is becoming more and more likely. It would explain why I don't have any of my old friends. They're not dead, pretty simple really.

I never thought that I would miss the broomhead. But, I keep thinking about him... and it's seriously starting to grate on my nerves. I know I'm not crazy, but when I start seeing him everywhere, there's definately a problem.

Can you really be crazy, if you realize you're crazy?