Home is Where the Horror is

Home. Not my home, somebody else’s.

I spend so much time crying, or lost in my head. I’m losing track of the days.

I’m not wallowing in self-pity, or letting the sadness get the better of me. I’m just surviving it because that’s all I can do at this point.

Close my eyes and wait for it to be over.

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