I buy food for later, wander around, find a coffee shop and sit on my own wondering what the hell I’m going to do with the rest of the day. I am sick of me, so I walk and walk in the hope of leaving myself behind. I can’t stay in. I feel tearful; can’t stop thinking about what it must be like having no one to talk to. Walk, walk, walk.
Source: Daily Mirror November 29, 2017 00:39 UTC