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I'm tired of being told what's wrong with me.
H.P. Lovecraft was afraid of people.
They left him alone.
Let him write.
Didn't drag him into therapy and drug him.
Why me?
Maybe I'm right.
Too many people.
Violating my space.
Treating me like a doormat.
I'm afraid. Never make eye contact.
Apologize and back away.
Fear and hate. Hate and fear.
I treat them like they are more important than me.
Time for them to get out of my way.
Share the fear.
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