Postarita

If you know me at all, you know that I'm with someone pretty much twenty four hours a day. I hate spending time alone. I cannot stand to sit here by myself as I am right now. I need to be moving, and going, instead of sitting, and thinking, and falling. When I sit by myself and think old things, suppossed to be dead and buried things, come back from the afterlife to haunt me once again. Forgotten people start bubbling to the surface screaming my name, looking me in the eyes, holding out their hands. It's too much to take.