Slowly I walk through the familiar streets of my home town.
Everything here is so dreary and sad that I become sad myself.
It is TOO familiar.
I no longer feel at home here.
I feel alone and lonely.
The people are familiar to me, and yet I don't really know them.
I would love to crawl into my bed, fall asleep and never wake up.
It is exhausting. Exhausting to live like this and exhausting to have to live like this.
I want to get out of here.
Out of the dreary sadness.
I want to go to the people who make me happy.
Because a home doesn't necessarily have to be a place. You can also feel at home with a person.
I finally want to feel at home.
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My Texts
RandomI will upload here many of my texts that I write. Maybe one or the other feels a little more understood and not so alone. !TW! Suicidal thoughts, SH and more
