I like being alone
I think as I etch another figure of a person onto my sketchbook, making friends out of colored pencils and paper.
I like the freedom
I press play on my favorite show. When I close my eyes and listen to the characters’ voices it’s almost like they are there with me.
I lie awake at midnight surrounded by the suffocating silence. I stare at the crack in the ceiling. It seems to get a little wider every day, and I wonder if someday the ceiling will fall and crush me.
I don’t want to be alone anymore