Daily struggles?

I think my neighbor saw me today.
My hair was messy n with my huge hoodie on and totally no makeup.

The way he looked at me made me wonder…
Does he imagine what I’m like when the lights are off?
But the way he looked at me lingered. Not in a loud way. Not obvious. Just quiet curiosity. Like he was trying to figure me out.

And now I can’t stop thinking about it.

Even though i probably shouldn’t be thinking about this.
Nights feel different when you live alone. After midnight the apartment gets too quiet, and every small sound feels amplified. The hum of the fridge. The soft creak of the floor. My music playing low in the background.
It’s funny how thin these walls feel after midnight.
Every sound seems louder.
Every movement… more intentional.

I wonder if he ever thinks about knocking.
Or if he prefers just imagining.
There’s something intoxicating about being almost seen. About knowing someone might be imagining more than they should.

Maybe it’s better this way.
A little tension.
A little curiosity.
A quiet girl next door with not-so-quiet thoughts 🖤