For months I've been holding back. I felt something was off here so I changed my demeanor...but that didn't stop the feeling.
The feeling is so strong. It's disgusting and makes me feel just empty. Every waking hour it eats me inside. It's growing.
It just is about this place. Something here is happening or is going to happen that's just wrong. I faught it off .... Told close friends ...
I gotta leave. Everytime I unpublished my book it was because I felt as if I didn't I would suffocate. Something is going on, something bad maybe.
The strongest things I feel is the need to hide. So I am. For now.
