[walks around with an entire big mac in my mouth but never actually biting down] It’s a metaphor, see: you put the killing thing right between your teeth, but you don’t give it the power to do its killing.
The real reason I hate sleeping alone isn’t because I love cuddles so much or because I get cold easily. It’s because at night, that’s when I’m vulnerable. The dark thoughts that swarm my mind, the awful feelings that crush any sense if confidence I might have had, the worry that leave my paralyzed in bed, that shit hurts. And when I wake up in a cold sweat because I’ve had yet another nightmare, I like having a real person there to clutch onto, to remind me I’m not alone. I know I don’t need it, but I miss it. I joke about wanting a slam piece, but really all I want is someone to be there. To help me fall asleep.