I cn tak bfor I snap.mic got into th paint jars ovr nite—blck droppings in th red. mold on th wall sprd anothr inch, looks lik a map of whr Im stuck. I cnt focus on th scrawls anymor; th puls is in my chst now, structur-born low frq makng my ribs buzz. no slp, no air, no choic. mommy cam down

ystrdy I hat livng in mommy’s house. today th hat turnng to somthng shrpr. upstairs guy (th car-takr) startd bangng on th floor right abov my hd at 6am—wok me screamin "shut th fck up down thr!" first tim h's spokn direct to me in mnths. not just puls, now words. "you'r in my way, freak." th bass thumps cam back at noon, loudr, purposfl, lik h's testng how much I cn tak bfor I snap.mic got into th paint jars ovr nite—blck droppings in th red. mold on th wall sprd anothr inch, looks lik a map of whr Im stuck. I cnt focus on th scrawls anymor; th puls is in my chst now, structur-born low frq makng my ribs buzz. no slp, no air, no choic. mommy cam down onc, said "b nic to him, hs helpng us." helpng? by chokng me slw?I’m bsid myslf but now its difrnt—dsprat turnng to cold fury. I yeld back up th stairs "this isnt yr fckng house anymor for me!" no answr, just mor stomps. art peopl txtd "lov th new pics of th chaos, so authntic!" no "r you ok?" no "nd hl p?" just consum th story.tensions mountng fast. if h bangs again tonight, I might do somthng stupd—smash a canvass, call polc myslf, or just walk out wth nothng. th ghost in th bsment is startng to fight back. but th markrt wont lik that. thy want passiv compulsn, not this crackng.