A man's home is his castle.

I'm going to animate this post so it doesn't look that... schizophrenic.

Lately，I've been having waves of paranoia.
I have dreams and thoughts about what if somebody broke into my room. How would I defend myself?
What if I was just leaving my room and the guy just started to chase me?
What if I was heading to the bathroom in the morning on a school day and I see him in the kitchen? Should I scream? Or bang on my dad's door and wake everybody else up in the process? Should I take him out myself? With what?
Why is it that I don't feel safe?

I feel like I've been hearing stuff outside. I know I've been hearing stuff outside. It's just skunks, squirrels, and neighborhood cats, but my imagination turns them into rapists, stalkers, and killers.

The rain doesn't help.
Each patter is a footstep walking closer yet not moving. When will he strike?
My heart pounds with sheer terror. I try not to move, not to make noise. I'm not here...

Then again, I'm being insane. Who'd want to stand outside when it's barely above 40 degrees in the pouring rain?
A psychotic killer.

I hate myself.