I feel vulnerable with this one but its for my own sanity.
starting off with random things ive written about: The right knob of the tap makes a squeaky noise. / Fuzzy texture on the car roof. / The sky when I feel like the world's swallowing me. / I don't like kiwis or confrontations. / I don't like myself sometimes( often ). / Some people smell like fresh bread / While praying today I noticed the cracks on the ceiling maybe the house is falling apart too and no paint can cover it. / The white spider that i named sebastian probably hates me for watering his house down. / Everything seems to be having a sense of rottenness. / I can hear the humming of the fridge, i don't know if its the fridge or the pipes talking to each other, maybe its the bricks talking about their molecular composition, ill never know. / It's weird how we listen to music differently, whenever i discover an artist I usually pick one of their albums and play it chronologically, it can't be on shuffle or else ill explode into tiny bits and pieces. / I crave company where i am not forced to be entertaining all the time, i know a couple of people who provide that comfort but i don't think they like having me around. / I am a very paranoid individual.