STOP

STOP THINKING. STOP BREATHING. STOP MOVING. If you keep going bad things will happen. DON’T BLINK. DON’T LISTEN. SHUT YOUR EYES. BUT DON’T BLINK. It all has that silky gloss over it. So pretty and tempting. But it’s a lie. All a filthy, nasty lie. The only soft warm thing is solitude. It has this sort of shiny quality where everyone has these big smiles on. Except it’s not for people like me. Not really. They seemed genuinely sad when they heard I was quitting. It’s strange because I always had to tell myself that they weren’t friends but coworkers. It’s fine though. I’ve always been better on my own. They will forget. It was a short 4 month period. Nothing more. I’m so close to my solitude. My castle. My apartment. So close. No more noisy college pricks. No more coeds staring at my like I’m some sort of freak. No more. No more gloss and shine. Just me and my mind. I love being alone.