Yeah, I'm a shut-in. By this point, I really don't care anymore. In fact, I'd be perfectly happy living the rest of my life indoors, if only I had someone to spend my days with.
I've had migraines almost daily for the past four weeks. Painful ones, like having your head caught in an industrial press. They can be triggered by the tiniest things, and I need to be wary of even the breaths I take. But if I were home alone for the rest of my life, maybe then I could finally escape from this hell.
My family kinda forgets about me these days, but that's okay. I miss talking to the people I actually love. It's just not fair to them. I could handle this pain if it didn't cloud my thoughts. But maybe tomorrow I'll finally find the clarity I've chased for so long.
I know that I'll be happy, someday...