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Absolute lonliness overwhelmed me while I was sitting in that room. I was suffocating from the precense of so many people. "I want to go home." Where well is home these days? I choked back my tears and tried my hardest to swallow the lump forming in my throat. "How do you feel these days?" Well. How do you bleed these days. Right? It's the same. As I watched them freeze outside, I watched my breath form little clouds then dissapear. I wished this was me. Oh, how I wished this was me. Everytime I walk my head feels heavy. This mood isn't sad, nor angry, happy, nor vengeful. Mediochre. I can still laugh. I can still smile. But the need and wanting of leaving this, and letting my dreams mold and set in front of me was destructive. I thought of resorting back to how I used to deal with this, but I didn't even feel like moving. So numb. I do try my hardest. I do