I start to blast my music to the highest volume it can go -- that I feel like i'm missing an important noise somewhere else.
Causing me to pause my music every 5 minutes.
I feel like someone needs my help, and I can't hear them; like someone is crying for help yelling
"KAYLA! kayla! HELP ME!"
Like music is helping the murderer upstairs killing all of my precious animals,
it's letting him slice my animals heads off with all their unswallowed food coming out of their throats;
blood boiling over in their veins, spilling in jugs all over the carpet.
Maybe, I should go upstairs.
OH MY GOD
ReplyDeletei get paranoia like that all the time!
"What if while im out, with the door unlock, my parents are being robbed"
What if my family is tied up and tortured and i just stay upstairs like a coward?
its incredible
i hate paranoia