Status: Spark One
Incompetence
Spark One
The rain kept coming down. My refuge, although dry, was growing damper. I hoped it wouldn't flood. Baseball dugouts weren't ideal for weathering a storm. I had stayed after the game, not wanting to go home. I knew if I went home, it would be the horrible overly warm feeling from the heat cranked to ninety and my mom and sister fighting. Things were better here, in the cold. I'd rather freeze to death than burn, it would be much more peaceful.
It was that unexplainable feeling, the numb hatrid running through each capillery that kept me here. The ache of loneliness was not terribly strong, but it was dull, and unquavering. It was the kind of ache that made a person want to feel worse pain, to distract from the source. The source, was people. I wanted badly to reach out to someone, to just be around people. But the incompetence of social anxiety disorder would never allow that.
It was that unexplainable feeling, the numb hatrid running through each capillery that kept me here. The ache of loneliness was not terribly strong, but it was dull, and unquavering. It was the kind of ache that made a person want to feel worse pain, to distract from the source. The source, was people. I wanted badly to reach out to someone, to just be around people. But the incompetence of social anxiety disorder would never allow that.