I sleep in the tub now. the porcelain seems to absorb their frequencies.the shower head is my only weapon. water is holy, It fries them...I swear I hear them scream. my roommate, who hasn’t spoken in three days except in cryptic haikus told me they're not just bugs... they're soul leeches, tiny spiritual vampires that siphon your spiritual energy. I believe him, I feel hollow. they don’t want me dead...they want me open. to use as a vessel. this is war

the flies are scheming

i'vve ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ had it, ever since i opened my living room window. they started slipping in, one by one. like they've been summoned by the scent of my suffering. they're uninvited, unrelenting, and worst of all squating...stealing my rice grains like tiny, winged communists... i try to sleep but every time i close my eyes i hear them whispering in frequencies only dogs and the damned can hear...they also land on me and harass me. I feel weaker each time they make contact with my skinsuit, i'm shivering...i've had it with this ♥♥♥♥!1!!