Every night I'm here in this place. This house makes me feel scared, alone, afraid. What am I afraid of? Why do I feel alone? Who am I scared of? Questioned myself all of these questions that appear in my thoughts, sometimes I think someone else can hear my thoughts. I can feel someone in my thoughts, and I can feel their thoughts. We can hear eachother thoughts in this strange way. I will be OK. Someone told me that I'm OK and that I will be OK. Am I OK? I am in this room. I'm trapped, walked myself right into it and I didn't know it till now. Its just something I see. Complicating writing, or talking about whatever, haven't really spoken to anyone.
I have so much to say, but any of it just can't escape my head. I will be OK though, alright!