im trying to write a story about horrors in my daily life for literaty magazine. its about my fear of being abandoned by everyone. im struggling to start it though... like i walk into the building excited to converse with someone, but the place usually bustling with life is completely empty. im slowly walking around to find somone, but instead im only accompanied by the eeriness in the shadows... seemingly following me... i hear whispers and mean-spirited laughter around the corridor, and there i see everyone i care about.. everyone i love... and they turn their backs on me and leave... all id catch is a whisper on how weird i am... then im running back, my head is reeling, the walls seem to tower over me, the shadows itselves seem to be staring at me, judging me... strugggling to breathe now, i run into the first room i see, and then BAM! i knock right into something... or someone... its... me... the problem the whole time was me... they all left because of me...