Right.

I have lived about four or five days alone now. I really cannot tell. Feels
very, very awkward. I'm pretty fucking scared most of the time. I'm so certain
that someone else is living here also, altought my beloved has been on her
trip for a while. Just pisses me off a bit. I mean, hell, I'm over twenty, I
just should manage, but my mind says otherwise. Cannot wait to fall to sleep.
Nowadays loneliness just isn't for me I guess. Probably not gonna freak out
though. Bloody Merry Christmas.