Of the Rest of the World

I am afraid of what is happening around me. Sometimes, I sit at the window and watch the cars. My mom told me so many times that I don't want to be out there, don't want to know what it's like out there. But she goes every day. She tells me she hates it, and she'd never go out if she didn't have to. Sometimes I really want to go out there though. During the day, when I'm alone, I'll go over and try to open the door. But I can't do it. I'm so scared that I can't even turn the knob.

unenergetic unenergetic
18-21, F
Feb 23, 2009