Home, why don't I have one?
I'm so tired...and I'm not talking about being sleepy, but i am that which lets me think clearer than when I'm awake...I'm talking about, your very soul itself is feeling the strain and just wants to give up and crawl away. Ever since i left Detroit 4-5 years ago, I've felt like an intruder...an outsider being put into strange situations...and it only got worse when i moved again...but now, even coming back to DEtroit ifeel like a stranger, nothing iss how I remember it and everything...everyone, is different...I'm tired becaue I'm an outsider everywhere I go, at school, with friends...hell, sometimes I feel like a stranger in my own house sometimes...I feel like, when I came back here, when Icrossed the state line, something infected me...something cruel and strange, that's steadily breaking every shell and mask I put up...Ever since I came back, I've been acting different, I've been an asshole to the people I care about...I've driven away several friends and picked pointless battles...I'm losing my friends and myself...I want to go home...i want to have a home..I want to find a place where I know I belong, and I can stop worrying about everything and everyone...sometimes I wonder, is it even worth doing anymore? Why do I bother with this same tired old game? Me, my spirit, whatever you want to say...we all know it's the same thing day after day after day...nothing's going to change for me, and I'm slowly growing tired of it...I want to belong somewhere, and I want to know that I belong instead of manufacting another mask, and pretending I belong here and everything is fine and dandy...it's not, it never will be...