I feel my most true self when I am sad. It’s the one emotion I feel the most comfortable feeling. I wear my sadness like a large fluffy blanket. It keeps me warm and sane. Loneliness is my companion. He holds my hand, sometimes too tightly, but I’ve gotten used to it. I feel that he is a part of me. Our thoughts are one: Nobody likes you.
Every part of my being is ashamed.
I don’t think anyone sees me.
I can feel the blanket closing in on me. Tighter and tighter the more I struggle. It’s no longer warm in here. I just want it to end.