It’s happening… I’ve got to get out of here. There is no privacy at all in this house! I feel like I’m living on a boat. A very small boat! The squeaky floors are the worst. You can hear everything that is going on everywhere. I know I am weirdly sound sensitive, but this is just fucked. The slamming of the cupboards and back door is also pushing me right over the edge. What do I have to do to make it even livable? I guess the backdoor needs some type of resistance. Maybe a thicker threshold or fluffier whatever that stuff is called that keeps the cold out…
I’m taking the clonazipam every day now. Maybe it’s earplugs that will be the solution. But why the fuck should I change me when its my house?