Did somebody hit my door or something?

Sounded like it, looked through the spy hole, nobody there. I was having an anxiety attack, thinking it could be the person that kept being friendly to me.

I didn’t open to see if there’s something on it or near it. Got to go to bed soon. Rather be sleeping when they murder me anyways. Then I’ll wake up wherever dead people go. Or reincarnate as an even more insane baby.

The good news is, I don’t need to look at porn before bed. Porn is kind of pointless now, the sex drive might be semi dead. There’s not even the slightest urge to spank it. OCDing doesn’t give me a hard on either. Didn’t always before, but at least some times, now nothing.