I'm losing my marbles. Sounds wake me up too easily, and they're amplified a thousand times. Is my hearing-depth perception warped? Grass cutters twelve floors below sound like they're right outside my window. The hum of my brothers' fish tank outside my room sounds like they're drilling the road downstairs. Even my brother listening to mp3s on his laptop at the back of the house sounds like someone plucking at the guitar by my bed. I know I'm neurotic but this takes paranoia to new heights. It's surely got to do with my impending move, and I'm scared.

posted by beautiful at 6:22 pm

God works in mysterious ways indeed.

In the words of one of our century's greatest minds, the ah qua who sat next to me, 'what's the fucking point'?

But I'm not looking for answers now, just for peace.

posted by beautiful at 3:23 am