Be Careful What You Wish For!

I am finally alone. 

Do you know what it feels like to want so badly to have five minutes to yourself? The frustration that boils because it just doesn’t happen. I just want five minutes to process my own thoughts, deal with my feelings, or even pick my goddamn nose in peace. 

It has taken thirty years of crowded rooms, buddies offering to do my chores, and nonstop doting females to push me over the edge. The sad part, and I mean regretful part, is I had to lose my wife to get it. 

Schizophrenia fuckin' took her from me.