Paranoia

It’s like I’m paranoid lookin’ over my back
It’s like a whirlwind inside of my head
It’s like I can’t stop what I’m hearing within
It’s like the face inside is right beneath my skin.

I hate it when i think i’ve forgotten to close the garage door. I *know* that i closed it as i left, but still . . . there is this feeling like im not sure, that little nagging voice saying “are you sure?” which grows into “you stuff is probably being stolen right now, they are in your room, taking your shit” Gyah.

Its not just the garage door, its the car door, its many things. I can never really tell when the paranoia is gonna hit. Most of the days i walk away and never think again, then there are days like this . . .