Hiding

The world is a cold and terrible place.
People are... helplessly destructive and inherently untrusting, which makes them selfish and dangerous.

I'm hiding. I don't want to talk to anyone. They can't touch me then. And if they can't touch me, then they can't hurt me or make me feel bad about myself. Because I certainly don't feel good about myself...I feel...unclean. But on the inside, like my heart and soul are dirty and damaged.

So yeah I'm hiding away