we are the end

I hate that my own issues/insecurities are limiting my ability to associate with old friends. My emotional struggle (which creates a physical one) means I can't hang out with people who conjure up memories of lost love. I'm already scared of going out to public places and having an encounter. Even the view is enough; nausea and uncontrollable shaking arise to a crippling degree. A new start means rebuilding bridges and mending scars, but the path is paved with suffering and I don't want to travel it again.