I hate living alone. I miss my parents, I miss my brothr, I miss the cats. I knew moving out was a bad idea, and I knew I'd hate being on my own, but I had to be stubborn. Maybe I knew this kind of depression was coming, but I had to make a desperate attempt to live like a normal adult. It was the worst time. I'd just graduated college, just started my first job in my field, just started back in therapy. But I just had to throw myself into crisis (hmm ... maybe I'm a little BPD).

I just don't enjoy being alone. I hear noises that mostly are just the building making noise, but it sounds like a million murderers and rapists coming for me. I try to play music or tv to block it out (T's idea), but that just muffles the sound enough that I can't tell what it is. I hate it.

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