I come here sometimes. It makes me feel even more alone than I already feel inside. I get comfort in feeling alone sometimes. I let darkness come over me and it feels good. Wrapped up in a blanket of sorrow I walk. I walk and walk until I tell myself to snap out of it. Stop letting this sadness consume you, I say. But sometimes I can’t help it. I need to feel alone, sad, sorry for myself. I decide to let myself feel it, to feel all the sadness I want to, to be as alone as I want to feel. I allow it to consume me. I invite the feelings in. It rests inside me, digging a deeper and deeper hole. Finding it’s spot to rest and grow, if I allow it. Today I’m allowing it to stay but only for a little while longer…