are you watching me?

paranoia is truly starting to get the better of me in my old age.

i walked home last night at around 2am, and for the first time in over 12 months, i couldn’t wear my headphones. i was constantly checking over my shoulder, every movement, whether it be a plastic bag dancing in the wind (the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.. or maybe not), my own shadow, or just someone threatening me with knife – i was getting freaked out by everything. i was even doing it in the office before i left. maybe i’ve lost the youthful blissful ignorance to the dangers that surround me. maybe i’ve had too much caffeine.

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