Old habits die hard…

I realized today everything is a mirror to me.

Windowpanes are good but a TV screen off…golden. If I’m at the right angle from another room…I can see you coming from a mile away.

This has been a bad fucking weekend. Too much shit coming back up. I’m looking over my shoulder again and sleeping with one eye open.

Miserable way to live…I know…I did it for years.

The evection next door has put me in to full blow panic. Triggers every second.

If they lose the evection tomorrow I’m going to be here alone.

I always hated Mondays.