I hate the thought of staying at my mothers house. Physically and mentally draining, no peace, just cold.
I hate the thought of moving out. My brothers there and he needs shielding from her venom. Can’t live alone anymore, lonely thoughts are always creeping.
I hate the thought of others. I don’t play well with others. They make me feel on edge, the physical closeness between myself and other beings sends me into a panic.
I’d like to die, go back to void, but I don’t have access to the self destruct button yet. I can see it under it’s bulletproof glass casing, but I haven’t been crushed […]