I hear Anna Blue's song So Alone playing in the background as I drive over to my childhood friend Sam's house. He’s the only person I’ve put an effort into keeping in my life. He knows just what I need when I’m feeling down and can always put a smile on my face when I can’t even fake one. Whenever he sings it always puts me at ease and sends butterflies fluttering around my stomach. (Yes I have feelings for my childhood friend, even if it is cliché). And his family loves me. So they don’t mind if I stay over. His house is the only other place I don't feel like having a panic attack aside from the occasional quiet bathtub or shower stall. His family is my safe haven when my own family doesn't know when to quit it. They know where my boundaries are and never push them unless they feel the absolute need to do so even if it's just to ensure that I'm doing okay. With them, I don't feel so alone.