Sometimes, things are just hard.
People get hurt.
People get sick.
Here I sit, tore up about how much I hate living alone.
How petty do I feel?
I feel ridiculous.
But I cannot help it.
I want people. I need people.
Being away from the people,
makes me un-me like.
When I am gone,
people get hurt.
people get sick.
people get down.
My people get hurt and down.
I can't fix them.
I can't fix hurt anyhow.
But I can fix down.
If they let me....
