Lately, the people living upstairs seem to have become more and more active. I mean I would hear them walking around once in awhile, but recently it got a lot worse. It freaks me out! It reminds me of demented ghost children running about, searching for their victim. I'm always expecting a face to pop through my ceiling (oh fuck I hope I didn't just jinx myself.) and slowly descend towards me until it's almost touching me and I'll be able to smell its putrid breath, whatever chicken blood dog blood horse blood it has consumed. And as I no longer have curtains in my room, before I go to sleep I always check to see if anybody's watching me.. Fuck! And then Mr. Slow made me watch a horror movie today. (Good going, boyfriend.) :3 I know that even though I've watched it before, I still got scared. (and just at this moment I paused because I though i heard something jump.. and land on my floor. false alarm. ..and now i farted.)

:/ I want to play a game now..