Last night I had a dream I was in my creepy old childhood house. The place where my mind goes for all of my nightmares.
I remember someone whispering “I can see you “… ironically this is how I feel all the time. As if something creepy is watching me.
My father used to follow me around my house like a crazy person. The feelings of unrest haunt me every waking moment.
I feel alone, which is dangerous as an only child because no one is there to save you. .. no one is there to hear.
I have no friends here, no one to rely on. I hate being lonely. This emptiness tastes bitter.
Stay strong, you are not alone ♡
