A quote from today.
‘it’s because you don’t her out.’
You don’t understand Becca, you don’t understand how much I wish I had the guts to take the dog out. I hate being like this, I despise this part of me, the part of me that’s so god-damn afraid to walk out that door and face the world. I wish I could, but I can’t. Out there, I’m surrounded. Out there is everything I fear.
I’d choose wipeing up dog piss and picking up shit anyday than go out there.