so many needly voices scratching at the door.
'let me in. i have something to say.'
'you should have done that earlier.'
'i told you so.'
'i was drunk.'
'i don't know.'
'i didn't know what to say.'
'are you scared?'
'please understand me.'
'u just don't get it.'
'take me home.'
'what are we doing?'
scratching at the door. i huddled in a corner, scared of the conversations in my head. i know you can't hear them, so i thank you for listening to me instead. the volume waxes and wanes but are neverstopping. sometimes they break into giggles, sometimes they pause (simultaneously) for dramatic effect. it had been like this for the past