I am afraid to sit in the dark. I look behind me when I walk. I am so scared I can't talk. Somebody stabs me with a fork. Paranoia I am on my way. I am so nervous I can't stay. I have got only one day on my display. I've finally found it so I scream hurray. I am so drunk of all that wine. I need some action I need a line. This is what they call decline and I think it is all mine.