I don’t think I’ve ever been so far from everyone I love. I know I’ve burned a lot of bridges, but I still can’t keep this feeling away. An urge to break down, to sit, to listen to my own music, to sleep, to wash, to be me. I don’t feel like me anymore. I’m not sure I’ve ever been away from my family like this before; it hurts, as blunt and boring as it might be.
I wish I could give a reason for this nonsense. I wish I could provide meaningful substance to something that I’m sure people everywhere are trying to figure out for themselves. All I know for certain, is that I scared. No, not scared; there’s just an immense, diffused weight of apprehension. It’s almost beyond belief to feel like everything you knew is gone, without really knowing what that is. I may not know why, but I understand now that there is a reason. I just feel like I’m missing it.