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Girl:
I see.
I feel.
I walk.
I lived.
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there's a roach in my room. i know tt much from last night, aft attempts to kill it by squeezing large amts of moisturizer n aromatherapy oils on it.
it seemed hurt n sought for shelter under my bed.just tt thought alone kept me awaking every hour of the night. i daren't get off my bed until i thought i had seen it's corpse.
n in the bathroom this morning, i stood half naked paralysed with fear. there it was lying motionless.not dead, it just wasn't moving.
insecticide - it has to b the most cruel form of murder since baygon does not seem to kill it on the spot. i watching it struggling with death. waving those insect fingers as though a man would in agony.
i tried to end it's misery with another quarter of insecticide n it failed, to my surprise.
it died in pain and agony aft a tough battle.
it was cruel but i had to do it. i could not live with it under the same roof.
i m roach-intolerant.
n when i say live, i mean daily routine such as bathing, changing or even slping.
my mum had to sit in my room with me while i took my shower. i wld have requested to keep the bathroom door open if only she would stop looking.
i m still in trauma, which is why i m here instead of studying for my aftnoon paper.
i've known alot of ppl who r fearful of THE roach, but i dun think anyone has reach my level of paralysis.
i ain't tt afraid of it in open spaces, just narrow or enclosed areas. n most importantly, personal spaces. it is the possibility of it crawling all over my limbs or face tt drives me wild with fear.
n it doesn't help to know tt roaches bite.
i found it pretty amusing intially when an acquaintance told me. it wasn't THAT hilarious finding out tt they really do, aft 19 years of living.
♥ 11:46 AM