DayDreamingGal

It consumes him. Mother dead at 42. Water, alcohol. Alone in the bathtub. Pushed everyone away. Even the ones that held him the closest. Grief became a veil that turned him into something completely different. Lost and blind to it all. Stage One.
I might be insecure. I have a hard time realizing that people like being around me. This is surprising to me when someone says, "You're my best friend," "You're amazing." How can this be? Why am I this way?