I thought moving would be good for me.
And in some ways, it is.
I've got the freedom I've always desired. I've got my own space. I don't have a curfew, and I can dress how I want and do what I please.
But... The depression that existed within me in southeast Iowa followed me here. I'm numb. I don't feel anything. And I wish I could say it's lessened since the move; but it hasn't.
In fact, somehow, it's grown.
I don't think I've ever felt so alone. So secluded. So drained.
I've never been so in need of love and affection as I do here.
And that absolutely kills me.
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