deprivated
              
          
          
                          - I lived on Grey St.
 
                          - I was with Emily
 
                      
        
            
              
    
      - I lived on Grey St.
 - I was with Emily
 
I've been trying really hard the past hour or so trying to figure out exactly what it is that's wrong with me. Why can't I look out the window at night without my stomache dropping and feeling more scared than any other time in my life. Why am I scared to be alone? Why can't I feel safe anywhere but under a hundered blankets, hidden somewhere in a room. I'm scared to make the trip from the couch to the living room.. a deep fear, right inside of my chest.. I don't know why, I just don't know why.
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