This is more than I had ever imagined. I just want to breath because the world suffocates me. The noises keeps banging my ears losing my grip on what I am. I wanted to runaway so bad and just be with myself. I really don’t know what makes me feel settle and happy. What I imagine myself in the future is being alone… facing the sunset on a beach, writing my feelings in my journal and sipping a cup of coffee.
Is there something wrong with my needs to be alone?
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I still normal?
