“You don’t get it do you?” He says suddenly. I look up from the piece of paper I was writing on. “What don’t I get?” I ask after a beat of silence.
“You don’t get that this is all there is to me,” he says “there’s nothing else. Nothing to search deeper for, nothing better. Everyone else gets it, why don’t you?"
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Home doesn't feel like home anymore
People make me overwhelm
Why am I doing anything to please others ?
Where do I feel like home ?
Will I ever get one ?