I went for a walk today, it was nice. There's a park down my street, where my mom used to take me. I sat on the swings, but since it's getting cold, there were no kids around.

On my way back, I stopped by a gas station to buy a soda. There was this woman in there, buying a hot dog. She was in this red dress, and she smiled at me before taking a bite.

It was an uncomfortable walk home.

So tired

I spent the whole day in my house, worrying that if I went outside I'd be killed somehow. This can't be a healthy way of thinking.

Maybe I need to go talk to someone.