sleep paralysis. kicking my ass all over again. laying in bed and my room is full of moths — i fucking hate moths. swarming around and i’m trying to hide under my duvet but i can’t, not entirely. but they’re trying to escape something and crawl in the gap in my blanket that i can’t seem to close. so i’m peering out and i can’t move or cover my face or even close my eyes and the next thing i know my room is full giant spiders leaping around my room to take these moths out. they caught them all, tied them up in their webs and the next thing i know the spiders are out to get me. god my skin is crawling just writing this but i need to get it out. i need to make sense of it. i finally manage to wake up, i think the sensation of them crawling on my skin woke me up. i have a feeling it’s related to the fact that i know people are looking out for me and i’m scared that they’ll take me.