So it is...
Hole isn't any more closed than before...just slapped a big bandaid of running away over it...
I'm lost...I miss my comfort...but it was gone before I left. Things changed, I made my choice and I'm paying the consequences for it...and it's gutting...
How is it fair that I did nothing wrong yet feel like I've done nothing right?
45 miles has never felt as far as it does right now.
Might as well be a mote around that town...I feel that unwelcome/unwanted/undesirable...
My home doesn't want me anymore...
I'm lost...I miss my comfort...but it was gone before I left. Things changed, I made my choice and I'm paying the consequences for it...and it's gutting...
How is it fair that I did nothing wrong yet feel like I've done nothing right?
45 miles has never felt as far as it does right now.
Might as well be a mote around that town...I feel that unwelcome/unwanted/undesirable...
My home doesn't want me anymore...