Hide
Sometimes I just want to curl into a ball and hide. Living alone is not good for that, as it’s easy to curl up and not have anyone to kick some sense into you and tell you, “You need to get up! You need to go outside! You need to go to work!” I have a tendency to become slightly agoraphobic – if that’s even the right term. I don’t want to go outside, not because I’m afraid of horrid things befalling me, but because I don’t want to meet any people. So perhaps that’s not agoraphobia. Whatever it is, … Oh, but there’s more…


