There’s something in my walls I think I don’t feel safe here I’m going to go find some place to stay I’m not alone here I need to get away

What is the purpose of panic?

I went to an art gallery in DC today, not feeling good, can’t shake the feeling I’m not alone, which is silly considering I’m in public.

I just got back from the gym to find… this on the INSIDE of my bedroom door.

Too cold, too fucked for an actual walk today, haven’t felt like doing anything, wish I was gone. But I know I gotta make myself do something