He’s here now, at my house, and all I want is to be left alone. And the thought I have to spend a whole weekend with him sort of wrecks my nerves. I feel horrible. I just want to be alone. Please leave me alone, PLEASE! And I don’t want to be alone, but I don’t know what it is and I’m scared for no reason. No good reason at all.
Expectations, responsibilities, plight… doom’s footsteps resound loudly through the corridor of my life.