Literature
Lonliness
It's that feeling that you're trapped. Stuck in small box, unable to escape. Every time your phone rings you dive for it, slowly you become unable to ignore texts even texts from people you don't want to talk to. You sit, twenty four hours a day, by your computer. Praying for e-mails. Hoping for communication.
You can't go downstairs, and speak to the people there, because they don't want to talk to you.
And that staleness. That staleness in your mouth, in your mind. All because you've grown tired of the company of your own thoughts. That fear, in the pit of your stomach. You're afraid that everyone hates you.