I feel like a nomad. Like I'm a traveller with no real place to call "home". I have my house, which these days I feel incredibly awkward being in - as if I don't really even belong there anymore. I feel like I am imposing if I eat, or sleep there. The only time I actually feel comfortable there is when I am all alone there. And then there is Tony's place... which is sort of exactly the same, but the exact opposite. I feel like I belong there, but only if he is there. And when he isn't I feel like I'm doing something wrong by using, or doing anything. Its really hard for me.
I'm used to at least being able to bank on the fact that I've got somewhere to go. But I feel like nowhere is mine anymore. My room doesn't even really feel like it belongs to me. I feel like my car is my home, and that its a really drab place to be.
Boo hoo, right? Yeah. Oh well.
I just want to feel normal again.
ANYWAY - Enough of that. I'm SO fucking hungry right now.
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