My family is leaving me today.
I hate this
I hate this
I hate this.
Being alone is my complete fear. Not so much the state of being alone… but more of the concept.
I mean… if I’m alone so many horrible things could go wrong. I could forget about my dog. I could leave the heater on in this extreme weather. I could forget to lock the door. And worst… I could come home after work and no one here who really honestly cares about me. I mean theres Oliver. But talking to a two year old really doesnt help me get my thought into words and my words into emotion. It makes me bland. Like old cereal. Theres Spice. But she is out of town.
I dont know anymore.
I am going to run away.
On a train.
