I want so bad for someone to hold me right now. I feel so scared and alone. Why do I always feel that way. My heart hurts. I’m tired of feeling this way. I’m afraid of dying alone and nobody noticing or even caring. All I ever want to do is sit in a corner somewhere and cry. I could be in a crowded room and screaming at the top of my lungs and nobody would notice or care. My entire life has been this way. So alone, so scared….always, no relief ever.
Ian is sleeping in his clothes again. He goes into the bathroom, shuts the door and locks it just to pee.