the diary of a girl named joanne

goodness… i just can’t bear it anymore. the silence is so deafening. the hallway, the empty rooms, the bathrooms, the toilet cubicles, the washing room, the stairways, everything is practically so still and motionless.

there’s no one walking around in their bathrobes anymore, no one doing their laundry, no one going up and down the stairs, no walking-traffic down the corridor - it’s just me; alone!

during the night, as i lay my head down on the pillow, the silence is so dominating. it clots your ears, clouds your head, envelopes you all around. you could hear the sound of your eyes blinking or your own breathing. your light footsteps can be so thunderous, they shake the walls of the hallway when you walk thru it. the lights above you look dimmer and the temperature around you just drops. imagine the creepiness.

lucky for you. all you need to do is imagine the creepiness, the eeriness, the deafening silence. but as for me, ("me" emphasized), i am experiencing all those now; not imagining.

now you think that you’re so lucky that it isn’t you who is experiencing the situations and feelings the deafening silence is causing. i think i’m gonna get myself a temporary room mate at least for a few days more.

nightmare.