I punch walls because I can't punch him.

He never goes away.

I thought I saw him on the street today. I even circled the block to make sure. It wasn't him.

It scared the fuck out me.

When I got home I talked to a friend of mine. Her friend is being abused by her husband. He beats her.

People don't understand domestic violence. I do.

It never goes away. I still hear "I'll slit your fucking throat when you are sleeping you fucking cunt." I haven't slept well since that statement.

It takes a second for them to pull you in and then a decade goes by.

It's like quick sand...your drowning and you don't know how to get out.

I always give hints when I'm upset...

I guess I'm not that good at hints for my roommate.

I'm a nice person...to a point.

I have to accumulate to his new video game friends.

Who hears "Roger that" at 4am? I do. It scares the fuck out of me and the dogs. I wanted to smack him in the face at 4:05.

Hello? I live here too. I don't want to hear about battle missions. I want to fucking sleep.

It's called respect.

I wish I was normal...

Not an option, I guess. Did I get dropped on my head when I was young?

I knew it was coming I could hear it in the wind...

My mind thought "This is tornado weather."

Nah...just a little breeze moving at 97mph all night.

My roommate told me it was fine.

Twenty minutes later we heard a boom, boom, boom. The transformers lit up like it was the fourth of July. White, orange, yellow and Oh shit.

That was about the time every thing went black. Power gone.

Do you know how hard it is to find some thing in total blackness? You learn quickly.

My roommate found his phone and the screen of it helped me find my flashlight and candles. Then he said he was going to bed.

"Nothing else to do, I might as well sleep."

EXCUSE ME I'm terrified.

What is the saying? A dog is a man's best friend.

Me, Ripley and Sasha stuck it out all night under the covers.

Then I woke up to the roof in front of my door.