I am completely on my own now. I told everyone to go away. Push,.. push,... push,... everyone needs to be pushed away,... Pat,... even the lawyers office. I wrote an email saying I'm just too unwell to do anything and I have taken to my bed. I have turned off my phone. I can't imagine what the lawyer must be thinking but I don't care. I can't,.... I have stayed off of social media as well. I am unreachable,...
But this time it's different. Because I can't stand beng alone here in this prison. I don't talk to anyone,... I don't even see anyone,... and right now that is by my own choice. I know when I feel better and want to reconnect the people will be gone. I am used to that. I guess it's how I have ended up on island. Alone.
This time it's different because I am spirralling. I can't stand the long hours and hours and hours and hours I have to fill each day. The boredom is so tedious it is literally driving me mad. I can FEEL myself losing touch with reality,...
But for some reason I can't explain,... I never could explain,... I have to run and hide and lock the door and bolt it. Close the blinds. Pull the curtains,... For some reason I need to keep the world away. I can't interact with the world right now.
My kitchen is empty. I need food. I am going to start going hungry in a few days. But I don't feel well enough to go out and get groceries. It's like I have gone back to being agoraphobic. I can't leave my apartment. I just have this overwhelming need to hide away,...
But this time is different because I don't feel like I'm ever going to come back. This need to cocoon is all-consuming. I don't think I will ever join the real world again,...
I just need to cocoon because I can't deal with the world right now.
I'm scared because the pull of death is just so inviting right now,...
so inviting,.....
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