I moved around a lot, and I still do.
I'm in the process of moving countries right now.
I never felt right with it, something was always off.
Maybe it was the hours of packing and unpacking boxes?
Maybe it was losing friends?
Maybe it was losing familiar things?
I remembered that something that was off,
it was when people asked me where home was.
I don't know where home is.
11:39
Someone make it stop.
I want to throw up so badly.
I want to cry.
I want to scream.
It's so hot, my chest is burning me.
Make it stop please.
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Lacrimo
Short StoryMy counselor told me to write how I feel when I'm down. Here it is. I know I am not the only one who feels like this. It's my not so pleasant story, I am not making this up for sympathy I am sharing this for understanding. I'm posting this because...
