The last thing my hypervigilant ass needs is those terrifying cracking/popping noises walls make due to temperature changes
I fucking hate it and 9 times out of ten I& #39;m like "ah yes this is how I die, someone magically appeared in the house and they& #39;re now coming for me"
I fucking hate it and 9 times out of ten I& #39;m like "ah yes this is how I die, someone magically appeared in the house and they& #39;re now coming for me"
Still better than unexpected garage door noises though, cuz garage door meant a parent was home and that what peace I had after school was over and it& #39;s real hard to shake that one, even years and years after being away from them
This thread is just "My Trauma and I Are Vibing, But Like, in a Bad Way"