i keep writing things down because if i dont then the thoughts start leaking out of the walls again

the walls are thin here. i didnt notice at first. everybody thinks walls are solid but they arent really. they bend at night when the apartment gets quiet enough. sometimes i can hear people moving inside them. not behind them. inside

i cut my arm open last week just to check if there was something under the skin because i swear i could feel it moving around in there when i tried to sleep

there wasnt anything there at first

but i looked again yesterday and the cut was wider than i remembered leaving it

i havent gone outside in a while because the people on the street keep looking at me for too long. not normal looking either. they look at me like they already know what im going to do before i do it. like theyre waiting for something terrible to happen

maybe i already did something terrible and just cant remember it yet

thats possible

there are gaps in my memory now. entire days missing. i find bruises on my hands and dirt under my fingernails and once i woke up with blood dried behind my ear that definitely was not there before

i dont watch the mirrors anymore either

the mirrors started reacting too slowly

i would move and then half a second later the reflection would copy me, smiling slightly different every time like it was practicing

last night i covered the bathroom mirror with a towel but i could still hear breathing from underneath it

i know none of this sounds real

thats because whatever is happening stopped being real a long time ago