Spirit Bitch

Arghh this is CRAZY. Last night, around 2am, i was on the computer as usual. My headphones were in, but i wasn't listening to any music, and i heard my mum shouting at me, but i couldn't understand her properly, so i took out the headphones and shouted (my brother and dad wouldn't wake up in a cyclone) "What, mum?...mum! What? I didn't hear you!...MUM what did you say??" I then heard my mother stirring and saying sleepily "Ugh, i didn't say anything Angelica, be quiet"
And then silence. I froze, my face blank. As i tried to remember the voice i heard, i realised it wasn't even in Polish, it was in a different tongue, and kind of muffled...as if the person shouting them was in pain. I swear i heard it. It was a womans voice shouting at me. But it wasn't my mum, and there are no more women in the family. I tried to push it out of my mind, and finally hit the pillow at around 5am, listening to the wierd sounds that remind me of spaceships outside my window. Then today, my mother had to go to the funeral of a lady she worked for, who had gotten breast cancer, and once cured, got Dementia. Sometimes i think having a serious mental illness is worse than having a physical one. This woman had no idea who anybody was and would get panic attacks constantly.Anyway, my mother left me at this other woman's house, to clean as she went to the funeral. The entire time, i felt that there was someone there with me. And i know that sounds like bullshit, but it scared the fucking shit out of me. At one point, i felt the floorboards creak behind me, and i turned around so quickly and my heart was beating so fast, and this had happened so many times in the hour i was at that house, that i just broke down into tears. As i vaccuumed, i kept hearing the whimpers of a woman, and at one point, i just chucked everything down, got so fucking angry and ran outside. My imagination had gone overdrive, and everytime i looked at something, i would get an image of a mangled, bloodspattered girl holding on to the object hissing at me. I told myself "Dude, it's all in your fucking head" But COULD there have been someone there with me? Was it the lady who died? Was she angry that i didn't attend her funeral? Was she trying to tell me something? God this sounds so fucking cliched, but i am seriously shitting myself. Is there a possibility that there was actually a woman's spirit/presence/ghost/whatever there with me? Even the sweet sound of Patrick Wolf couldn't keep me from the things i was experiencing. And what was with the woman shouting at me at 2am? I KNOW i heard it. There's no doubt about it. I wasn't listening to any music, i just had headphones in. It was completely silent. My brother and i have been known to talk in our sleep, but Bartek doesn't sound like a woman. And i couldn't have fallen asleep, screamed and heard myslef, i was talking to the other people who don't believe in going to bed early. *sigh* Either my brain is finally deciding to break down, or i need some help. Preferably from Jasmine, whom i know has had experience with ghosts....Ghosts. BAH.

The Temple

AHH BUT YOU'RE SO PRETTAYY
What? No. Where?
Oddly shaped nose, body out of whack, bags under eyes, weak jaw, big feet and no mammary glands...
Body image issues -sigh-
I guess I should be thankful. Doesn't mean I am.
I'd rather just see the beauty in others instead.