The world has no compassion for my poor nerves

[chocolatepot]

I just noticed the back door wasn't fully locked and now I'm freaking out. I mean, if someone was going to have broken in they would have taken something like, IDK, this laptop and clearly it's here so probably nobody came in, also we live at the end of a small subdivision and the ~trouble-making~ element among the teenage population has grown up and moved out, so there probably wasn't even anyone around to notice that it was half-unlocked, but - did I leave it like that? When was the last time I touched that door? What if someone came in and locked it behind them but failed because they weren't paying attention, and now they're hiding in the house? And they just didn't come out for the past three hours because of Reasons?

I've been having anxiety dreams lately that I told Dad weren't anxiety dreams, but after I thought about it for a bit I realized that they all revolve around me having to lock doors so people can't get in, or my car door not being locked. Also, Teddy tends to be there. I suspect this is all about how many nights I'm alone here, because Dad spends most of his time at Melissa's. We need to get another dog so I have a friend. Also I need to lock my bedroom door tonight for the sake of my own nerves.

ETA: I heard a noise. But I don't know what it is. I need to improvise a weapon to take upstairs with me.