deprivated
- I lived on Grey St.
- I was with Emily
- I lived on Grey St.
- I was with Emily
I've been trying really hard the past hour or so trying to figure out exactly what it is that's wrong with me. Why can't I look out the window at night without my stomache dropping and feeling more scared than any other time in my life. Why am I scared to be alone? Why can't I feel safe anywhere but under a hundered blankets, hidden somewhere in a room. I'm scared to make the trip from the couch to the living room.. a deep fear, right inside of my chest.. I don't know why, I just don't know why.
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