and I’m running out of undies. I run out of polo shirts. A few socks left. The filth is like 20 kilos.
Normally, I should have had at least 36 meals in 12 days, now, I think I’ve just eaten my 20th.
Skipping meals. Forgetting sleep… away from people.
Alone is different from lonely. Lonely is an emotion, alone is a physical situation.
I’m both.