Do you ever feel like you're being watched? Like you can feel the eyes burrowing into the back of your head, making you feel like every move, every step must be deliberate, as if you were a main character on screen. But tread carefully, for each step could be your last... Eyes. Eyes everywhere. Eyes in pictures, eyes on TV, eyes in my head. I could feel the paranoia creeping in again like an unwelcome friend who made my insides itch with a single mention of their name. I paced rather frantically around my apartment, my eye catching on every picture frame, every book cover, every poster on the walls. Each of them with people in them. Each with eyes that seemed to follow my every step. I felt like I was going mad. Like my mind was being consumed by a black ink before melting away any ounce of sanity I had left. I knew it wasn't right to feel those eyes following you, judging you, but my brain seemed to have a mind of its own. It created these fantasies, these t...