Being at home drives me crazy. There is no one here, and well Buddha doesn’t really talk back. I watch new shows or movies. I do some work too!
But nothing can beat the loneliness. Just the sound of your fingers on the laptop. Some car passing by. And the sound of your thoughs really loud. Your mind is your own worst enemy. And mine is breaking me down.
Friends telling me “I can’t come over, because….’. Well, if you want to you can. People asking how I am, when they don’t really care. Or people getting angry with me because of the accident. I’m so done with everyone. I am so done with this.