Why do the centipedes in this house not just all run outside, and freeze their balls off, only to not return?

I am sitting here trying not to jump five feet in the air every 2 seconds because I saw a pain triggering centipede run across my bedroom floor twice in three minutes, and in the same region of my carpet as if the young centipede just hatched damn near is already looking to make a nest. I am freaking the fuck out. Bet when I go to sleep later I will be lucky if I do not have nightmares about giant centipedes trying to eat me as if I am a fucking hamburger + fries! The spiders do not get any attention from me lately because I have observed way more centipedes than spiders #facts. I have barely seen any spiders as if the spiders are intentionally making themselves scarce just for me. It feels weird, my roommate she just got spooked a couple days ago by a spider, but I feel like I have only seen two altogether. I wonder what is eating the spiders? Maybe the centipedes have been eating the spiders while saying, "yum, protein." I need my nigga to be here overnights to bust me down like the Daytona Rolex watch with the green & sapphire emerald cuts in the bezel & the dial have my nigga blow my sweet back out all night long while I scream my nigga's government name! I need to get on some buff snatched shit therefore I can straddle my nigga doing squats on his dick riding it frontwards then backwards after I change positions riding it in a squatting position! Damn I hope my nigga loves me as much as I love him or even more. I hope he does not have any side bitches, just because let me see em with her I will clock especially on some buff healthy snatched thorough shit I will knock them out like a one hitter quitter at the same damn time him, & his damned side piece! Then do a four left corner hit the Uber, and rush home, then cry silently on my bed with no one to love me no one to hold me. I do not need a gun on some healthy shit! I love him therefore I don't want to feel like I have abandoned him. I do not want him fucking with other women sexually when he should do what he says he actually does, and I hope I have every reason to relax, and not worry. I feel so insecure, and it is a very unpleasant feeling. I hope that when he is not around me I literally have no reason to feel so hot damn insecure. I need my bf to get my mind off of these frightening centipedes, I hate them centipedes with a passion I swear. I need my dude here with me, he does not contact me over the phone as much as he should, and it bothers me every day. I have a lump in my throat right now like I feel like I could cry. I refuse to bust out in tears just because it is going to clog up my nose, don't understand why but it's typical for me to get a clogged nose from crying. I dislike attempting to adjust into rem sleep when my nose is clogged, because when my nose is clogged it is too difficult to try to breathe, so I avoid crying when I am able to avoid crying. I am high on reefer and it feels so damn great to be stoned hot damn it. I need my friend Daniel to get healthy, and get his van repaired therefore I can get transportation, and work from him for a couple or three weeks straight, and make over four grand, and I mean under the table cold hard cash all 100 dollar bills no playing around. I will get a centipede remedy figured out, and then order the gear to get rid of them with diluting essential oils in spray bottles. And I gotta mix up essential oils for the carpenter bee's' in the summer time fucking around on the deck. I know the wood burrowing bees' are harmless but they annoy me. Why? I don't know.

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