C185 Hate

Somehow, someway, I found myself in front of my door at Goddess knows what hour. I don’t know how I got here and I don’t know how long I’ve been staring at the handle. My best friend is on the other side, hopefully sleeping. My mind is a tornado of thoughts and my heart is filled with a hurricane of emotions. I know he’s hold me and let me cry it out but I hate worrying him