"Hello!" I yell in this empty room.
The sound of my voice reverberates from the walls.
I remember a time when I wasn't so alone. When this room was so full that I couldn't hear myself think. A time when life was moving so quickly that I couldn't stop to imagine how alone I would eventually be.
I should've slowed down.
Now, every night I find myself lying in this empty room with nothing but my thoughts running rampantly.
There is no way I can stop this.
I never thought I'd miss the anxiety attacks from being around too many people.
I haven't truly seen a person in months.
I never thought I'd miss social interaction, just like some thought they'd never miss Nixon.
Maybe everything wasn't as bad as I thought.
Maybe I did this to myself.
Maybe I can change this, or maybe this isn't even happening.