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  4/21/2006 - I'M SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT.

I just heard three little taps outside, a *tap tap tap* kind of ordeal.

I don't know about you, but one of my absolute greatest fears is turning around and having something staring in from the window when it is dark out. Irrational fear that I will be laughing at tomorrow morning, but right now my mouth has gone dry and every creak of the house puts me this much closer to literal, actual panic. My heart is racing like never before and I am too afraid to turn around and look out the window for fear of something being there. I may not be able to sleep tonight, which is okay, because I am going on a trip to Pennsylvania to visit the college that my cousin is going to.

OKAY I THINK IVE STARTED TO PANIC. HOLY BALLS. OH MY GOD.

I AM GOING INTO MY ROOM AND NOT COMING OUT UNTIL IT IS DAYLIGHT AND I CAN SEE ABSOLUTLEY EVERYTHING WITHIN A 1-MILE RADIUS.

OH MY GOD.


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