I am alone for the first time, in a apartment that use to be a home, but now... just a place to stay.
I hate it, it feels... dark and uncomfortable. I am freaking out, I feel my lungs are tight and my mind
is wondering. I feel sick, sicken, and disgusted with myself.
I want to run away, but to where, and will I be alone? The answer is, yes I will.
This is just a poor artist, talking about her pain of the silence apartment that use
to be a home.
Does it ever get better, and is it worth it?