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I'm not mentally ill, I swear. Okay, maybe I am a little paranoid; and I guess to some that would classify. I wouldn't know if professionals would think along those lines because like hell will I go to a psychiatrist or a psychologist. That would be the equivalent of relinquishing my rights. All they need say is that I need medication. Or that I am unstable. The next thing would be a nice stay in a white building. Oh, and the complimentary tranqs and sedatives with a side of sleeping pills. No thank you.
All I can tell you is that the common stereotype of paranoia is a complete misconception. It's someone with shifty eyes who is convinced someone is after them. I know someone is after me. And ha ha, it's not the guys with the straight jacket and the nice shiny needle. Like I've never heard that joke before. Asshole. At least have the courtesy to insult me with some originality.
The ones after me have some nice, shiny, guns and the numbers have been filed off the side. And those sleek silencers. And the sad thing is, I'm not even sure who they are. But believe me, if some unknown men were after you, and they were armed, you would run like hell, no matter how attractive they were. And they're not. At least I don't think so. I only caught a glimpse of them before I took off.
And all I can tell you is I'm definitely failing this semester of college. What a waste of money.
Okay, so maybe it wasn't the best idea to devise a new encryption code. I just wanted a way to keep my files safely encrypted. How the fuck was I supposed to know what a big deal it was? I only asked the prof a few questions and researched everything else on my own. And somehow it got out. Not the actual knowledge of the code, but the fact that I had created one. I blame the nerds who gossiped about it. It's not like they had anything better to do. Most of the newer codes are based on the older ones. Mine isn't. There is no reference base of any kind. And the only way to break it is through me. I put all the information on the code under a file I used the code to encrypt. To even get to the code you need the first alphanumerical password, a sound bit of me singing the ABCs, and one final numerical password. Embarrassing, but effective. And you have to catch me to break me. Because apparently, my code and I are useful. Because of having too much time on my hands and a big case of paranoia I put my own life in danger, arrogantly thinking that no one would bother with me. With hindsight, looking back on it, it's kind of funny I decided to name the code "Titanic". I thought, you know, unsinkable; except not really. And my encryption was unbreakable, only not really. The code probably is unbreakable, unless you know me well. But my body is extremely breakable.
And I really don't want someone stealing the code. Because it's mine damn it, and besides that, I'm in a pile of shit because of it. So no way will I give it up easily. "Titanic" ruined my life, but I'm keeping it safe. Or, you know, I'll die trying.
I really hope it doesn't come to that. It probably will. Maybe now is a good time to find religion. That guy across the café has been staring at me for a while. I think I should probably leave before he tries to kill me.