i want to crawl under a table and hide. and there i will stay.
its safe in there. no new people to meet. no characters to maintain.
no long hallways, no trying to avoid eye contact.
no roommate observing my lifes routines. nobody to hurt.
theres no life under there either.
i so badly want to live. i want to interact, to share love.
but theres only room for one under the table.
and im scared to come out.