Do you have a feeling sometimes that the walls have ears?

I do. I feel it all the time.

Whenever I leave my room, my heart beats faster for the thought that the other rooms might be hearing where I'm going and what they are talking about me. I feel insecure, am I?

I'm suprised that I could handle till this age. I thought I would have lost it when my dad died.

I guess it's slowly showing itself to the public, my insecurities. I tried my best to hide it though, to act normal, to smile when talking, to respond when being in a conversation, to keep a strong pose when looked at. Has this wall of mine begun crumbling down?