I don't care if die alone, what I'm terrified of is living alone. Of never having anyone to talk to about their day, never having someone to tell all my secrets to, of having no-one to spill all of my thoughts to.

I'm so sick of fear. I'm so sick of sadness. I'm so sick of all of these poisonous feelings lurking just beneath my surface. I'm so sick of not telling. I'm so sick of us.

My problem is that I fear being alone, but I also fear talking to people.

I don't know anymore.

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