The constant nag in my stomach, the queasiness I feel the second I open my eyes, the way it stays there all day long - knowing something is terribly wrong, the feeling of not wanting to go home, nor do I want to think anything related to home. The feeling of having to fight the lump in my throat each and every day, alone.
They're all here again. Welcome back, 2003. That was the last time I felt like I wanted to escape from it all. The last time I felt that home was not where I wanted to be.
Problem is, I'm not 18 anymore. So bailing, stalling, and going out everyday pretending it's all okay are not options.
Fuck.
Take me away, Oom? Girls? Anyone?
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