I'm so cold..I know that I am home, yet I want to go home..I haven't said those words while in my own house for probably a year.. I do not feel like I am home, yet the posters that are scattered on my bedroom walls tell me "Yes. Yes you are home, my son." However, regardless of what I do, how much I try to change my surroundings, this house no longer feels like home to me. This house once felt like home, but has not in almost two years. My posters, my bedsheets, my television, my games, my desk, my computer, and even my bed itself; none of this makes it feel like home, no, not fully. Everything I have in this house simply is there to make it more "homey". More comfortable for the people that live there. In my time living in this house, I have come to find that a home is not defined by the objects under the roof the house, a home is walls and a roof with space inside that is meant to be filled with objects that mean something to the people living there. It could be that none of this feels like home because nearly everything has been owned before, and none of what I have was chosen by me. Even though I am in a house, I am cold and alone. This house is so very cold. I just wish to be warm again, to feel truly safe within the boundaries of the house that I reside in...
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AcakA rant/short story It's sorta late and my phone is dying, I really had nothing else to do
