I cannot get one damn night.

Not one goddamn night to just be.

To sit in an empty house without anyone.

Fuck.

Seriously, you are an obstruction.

A cyst to the couch and a burden to my psyche.

I will lose my mind if I do not receive the isolation I am longing for.

Fuck.

Do something.

Anything.

Just not here.

For the love of God.

Not here.