Blistering pain.
Pins and needles.
I want to go back.
Back to the practiced numbness.
The empty nothingness.
I don't want to feel the strain of my muscles.
I don't want to feel lonely.
But I am.
Lonely.
Nobody takes a chance.
I will certainly not be the one to take one.
I wish I could even if I wanted to.
So, really you could say it is my fault.
Loneliness that is.
Signing off,
Sophia
