The Madwoman in the Attic

I have neglected this blog recently. I cannot seem to concentrate. I am afraid of the future. I am afraid of everything. I am afraid of no one being one my side. Oh wait, they're not! Most of all I am afraid of the Madwoman in the Attic - the woman living upstairs from me. She is pacing the floor as we speak. Her footsteps are gloating at me, advertising her presence, saying 'I am a pyromaniac and I could do what I did before at any time.'

And my housing officer still hasn't written to me about this issue. But I have no right to support as far as they are concerned. They have a limited supply of sympathy and it has all been used up on her.

My hand grips the mallet.