My headaches have been getting worse by the day.  The doctors keep prescribing migraine medication but nothing is working.  I've always considered myself a pretty social person but the ringing is making it unbearable to stand anyone let alone my parents.  My room has become my only solitude.  Most of my days have consisted of surfing sites like Reddit to try and keep some sense of reality but most of the bullshit on here makes me want to escape technology even more.  The flood of information talking about how the end is near makes me question what the point of doing anything is.  I miss my friends.  I miss my life.

I wake up to extreme lights in my face.  A strange man in a white coat is shining a retinoscope in both eyes.  I see my parents behind him crying.  Apparently I just had a seizure.  I've been out for hours.  Fear courses through my veins, I begin to shake and cry.  What the fuck is happening?!  What the fuck is wrong with me?!  I think I'm having a heart attack.  The doctor explains that it is natural after what I had been through to have an anxiety attack, but that I needed to relax. How the hell could I relax?!  They leave the room to let me rest.  As I lay in the dismal hospital room I begin to remember vivid images.  I remember a white face, I think it was a mask.  Where had I seen that face before? Reddit! It was the Guy Fawkes mask used by the hacktivist group Anonymous.  Had my brain been hacked? No, that can't be it.  What were they saying? 

Please make this stop.  Please make this stop.