11:03 pm. There are so many people and places and books and movies and recipes out there and I haven’t the time to see/do it all. But I want to. Yet I am here, financially and physically unable to. I am sad. But I have people who make me feel loved and they cook me food and take me places and bring me home when the agoraphobia sets back in. I am loved. But I am sad. I wish to be happy, but it might be unattainable.