One person

And when I came back into my room, a space of my own, filled with pretty clothes and some little luxuries that I reward myself with, to safe guard my heart from not falling for other things, from not getting hurt again. Then I realised I had no one to turn to. I can't talk to Miu Miu shoes nor Chanel earrings. And everytime that thought hits, I am fully aware that I am alone. And this abyss of great fear and loneliness hit me back like a bitch. Empty. Hollow. Not even the best of Scotch Fingers or Belgian waffles could fill.