Oh my, the fears caused by watching Insidious and Paramormal and etc etc have gone to a new low. But in actuality, ha, it’s not a new low, it’s only new because I’m actually admitting it now.

But my sister’s sick, and she’s been on the couch watching tv all day so she fell asleep. On the couch. And I had to sleep in my room by myself. You see, I’ve shared a room/bed with my sister for forever, which some people aren’t used to but I like being so close to her because I can feel like I’m protecting her when she’s really protecting me, heh. Anyhow, I don’t like sleeping by myself. When she was at a sleepover, my dad slept alone because I was determined to have my mom sleep with me that night. So tonight, while she’s out on the couch, I’m just trying to sleep while my mind somehow thinks about the latest ghost movie I saw and I freak out so I run over to my parents’ room, where my little brother sleeps, wakes him up, and drags him over to my room. It’s that sad.
But I feel safe again and he’s sleeping so it’s all fine.
Lol. I’m pathetic.