i’m being fucking haunted?
this morning i left my t.v. remote on my side table. i remember doing this specifically. i just got home and it’s not there. my mum, dad, and i turned my room upside down and it’s nowhere
the kicker: my painting of the last supper was knocked off the wall and nothing else was
uhm help
found my remote under my clothes rack across the room which is still weird for one of two possible reasons. one is i'm being haunted by a less fucky but still annoying ghost or i'm doing stupid shit that doesn't make sense that i don't remember doing

























