The things that push me over the edge. 

When my day starts and I have no clean clothes to wear. 

When I walk down stairs and no one is there. The house is silent and empty.

Quiet enough, where the sound of my own thoughts scares me. 

I hate it. I push back. 

The feeling of being alone for over 12 hours a day scares me. 

I cant be alone. 

It isn't me.

It scares me.