Lovely bit of writing about inner feelings on one of my favourite blogs.
“I cannot be alone. Me, myself and I are the viscous terrorist who feed off of my suffering. When I am alone I lay the ground work, get things set up for when the real incident will occur, so I am ready to pounce on myself and rip out my heart. I lay there suffocating on my own thoughts, unable to smell any whiff of reality.”
Source: Wretched anguish