The Hermit...


 

A young man, I am not, and I am not yet an old man.

I am neither well adjusted to this adult life, nor am I content with the state of my own existence.

I can't remember details of yesterday, and I fear that long term damages from the several times I hurt my skull 20+ years ago.

A strange, scary, downright frustrating, disturbing  and very potent paranoia has distorted  my "Self", and to avoid unnecessary strain because of how I may react to the people  I may cross paths with venturing outside, I quietly  remain within the confines of my safe,  small, vastly overpriced apartment with its view of the world from the 17th floor...FML.


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