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I heard that my house is safe. On some level, I am relieved that all my shit is fine and I won't need to go out and buy more porn to jerk off to later. I am pleased that all the drama and hassle of buying new shit is avoided. But, on some level, I am so very disappointed.
No, being homeless would not be ammsing, but at the same time, being me is even worse. My life is that dreaded cycle that old people fear. Every day is the same, and to watch everything that I was go up in flames... well it would have been a welcome sight for me. Let it burn, everything that I am.
But it did not burn and neither did I. I fear going home and returning to what I am and what I was. I think I might change it all... something, maybe. We will see.
No, being homeless would not be ammsing, but at the same time, being me is even worse. My life is that dreaded cycle that old people fear. Every day is the same, and to watch everything that I was go up in flames... well it would have been a welcome sight for me. Let it burn, everything that I am.
But it did not burn and neither did I. I fear going home and returning to what I am and what I was. I think I might change it all... something, maybe. We will see.