I'm starting to suspect that I may be losing my mind, that the thin membrane separating reality and fiction is starting to tear. Of course, I've had this suspicion for quite a while, but now, I think it is actually beginning to happen.

Is it a symptom of lunacy to expect to find a dead body sitting on the toilet of the left stall in the bathroom of your dormroom almost every time you walk in there? Or to feel invisible eyes upon you before you go to sleep almost every night? ...Now, according to these experiences, I may either be going crazy, or I've just been watching too many horror films. With that thought in mind, though, do horror movies erode the sanity? Or does one simply lose it naturally as life advances? I have no idea.

I think I'll work on my paper now.