Paranoia
Poison Pen Letters.
These letters stared making their way onto the bus while we were on tour. They weren't just filled with words, but other things: money, dead bugs, a photograph of a rose next to a cliff and information that I've never told anyone.
I should've told someone about the letters, Jesse, Yanni, Jon, anyone.
I hope they're not mad at me, I didn't want to hurt anyone, I promise I never did. I know what I did was selfish, but I had to do it, I couldn't stand the fact that someone was watching me and knew everything about me while I knew nothing about them.
I couldn't handle it.
