I used to be fairly good loner. I loved to have the house to myself – I was always making some sort of creative project.
Now I’m afraid to be alone. I’m afraid of what I’ll end up doing if I’m alone. I’m gay and I hate myself for it. I haven’t told anyone and I don’t want to. Yet I feel so isolated. Tonight I came so close to just getting some guy off of Craigslist… I never thought I would stoop to such a horrendous level. I hate myself.