Solitude

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Home

A lot of people don't feel like they have one.

Home is supposed to be a place where you feel safe. It's supposed to be a place where you can talk to your parents if your having a bad time. A place to sleep. A place to eat. A place to make memories.

Instead, to them,  it's like their own personal hell. Maybe one of their parents drink and it can get scary at times. Maybe their abusive. But every time your friend tells you that their dad is a drunk, and has hurt them you want to turn them in. But you can't. Your friend says that her dad doesn't care if he goes to jail or not. It'll just be worse when he would get out anyways.

What if their mom isn't understanding. Maybe she's raising you in a way that's different from all the other kids your age. Maybe you tell her and she yells at you, saying you're ungrateful and that she had it a lot worse as a child.

Maybe, together, their parents are just impossible. You can't talk to your mom about things, so you just ask your friends even though they have no clue themselves. You won't even try with your dad. All he does is drink and hurt you. He doesn't even talk to you.

Home either a safe place or a nightmare.