I try not to think about the loneliness, But when I do I give up. I am so alone, to a world all by myself. With no one. My room and my tablet are the only recurring thing I have.

  My room has a medium size bed, pink and white sheets. Along with some kind of stuff animal. A window that allows me to preview the world that I made. One bag and one dress. A bathroom with glass windows all around it, a whole view from my bathroom. A toilet, shower, and a tub are all that's in the bathroom.

With no one but me, it seems this room watches over me and knows when I am tired and comes to me.

   That's all I have for a home, It may be small or boring, but its the one thing I can count on to comfort me and come back for me. This home is my only thing I know that won't leave me forever. This recurrence is my safe zone, my place is the only thing to keep me sane. Recurrence is comfort.