I miss my home.
My real home.
Not this place that makes me want to die every moment I'm here. I want to get away, go back to the one place I know I can go to and feel happy.
When I'm here, everything feels numb, everything stays the same, every corner I turn there lurks another memory of someone I just want to forget.
I've given this place a million second chances, and I think it's time I move on away from here. I want to move, but yet I don't because everyone I love is here, my career is here, my life is here. Sometimes you have to put yourself before others, and I think this is one of the cases where I might just have to do so. but It