well... I'm having some weirdness folks. You now how I have complained of insomnia in the past. I've done really well since moving to the new place, and it's not insomnia that has risen its head.... but a strange brand of paranoia.
It's just my overactive imagination, but it's not helping. I'm getting scared being by myself. Which is dumb. I live by myself. Yesterday, I woke to the whispers "Do you want to shut the door?" and another voice responding "Do you want me to do it?" I woke up and lay there for like 10 minutes, not wanting to move. I thought for sure someone was in the apartment. Now, I've had sleep paralysis enough to know when I'm having sleep paralysis, and this wasn't it. It just had to be a dream, but I've been spooky ever since. Like afraid to get up last night and go to the bathroom without the light on spooky. And when I finally got to the bathroom, I was convinced someone was out in the hall.
Why does the imagination do this to me? Why?
As a result, I had a very long night.
