It has come to this. I went to a Starbucks to get away from people and be alone and feel like home. I love love love people, but it's been too much. I have no time to be alone and think, and it's making me all kinds of crazy.
And the sad thing is, even sitting here is not what I thought it would be. So I'm dreaming about getting back to my writing cave AND NEVER CRAWLING OUT OF IT AGAIN. Period.