Paranoia

There was a time where everything was good. We were good. Over the years, though, not so much. Then it just simply got worse. and worse. and worse. to the point where there was nothing left. We are not currently at that point. we are at worse and worse; and i'm scared to what happens next. Never the less, like the stubborn, comically foolish entitled-feeling beings with a superiority complex we are; we'll fix this. Atleast thats what we said when we were at just worse. But this time i have a feeling it'll be better, we'll be that flutter of a butterflies wing to cause a earth shattering tremble continents away in a butterfly effect. But, what do you do when all odds are against you? What do you do if you live so deep in the slums you can't even be told apart from the trash? What do you do if you're all alone with a mangy house cat stray as your only company, and even she will disappear every now and then? What do you do?
Well, You create a little... paranoia.