Wow things are really getting crazy and out of control. My last post freaked me out badly. How could I write something like that? It's so fucking creepy and terrible. I figure that Tom must be the voice in my head that tells me to do stuff when I'm in my schizophrenic haze. I've been doing some research trying to find out if I can quell my shifts in personality but without any luck. If I wanted help I would have to make an appointment with a doctor and that would mean exposing my true self. I will just have to move on and continue fighting the fight against myself. I enjoy writing these posts because it remains my only real form of self expression left. When I die these posts will act as a journal of sorts so that when it is eventually found people who knew me will understand the truth. This blog is my truth. My chance to show what really happened. Ah hell! Who am I kidding? No one's going to read this.