Most people wants to go back home.
Cause they have one.
What if you don't have one?
What if i don't have a home?
I barely want to go back home simply because i don't have a home. Constantly moving from one place to another place. Tiring but never stops. Never settle. Cause i don't have a home.
I'm the most vulnerable person when it comes to a family, a happy ending. I'm craving to have those things cause i don't have that anymore.
Secretly i'm hoping to God that one day i would finally find my happy ending. But i'm way too naive if i pray for that.
Mentally, i put a big wall around my heart. Its my self defense and i don't want to let anyone in, like ever. I'm afraid to open up, cause whenever i starts, those people turned their backs on me.
I won't let myself got attached so hard to someone or something again, not after what happened.
At least, not now.
Or anytime soon.
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journals
Randommostly just bunch of drafts from a mind of mine about a situation i am in, or was in before. please, do read. you might find yourself in the situation i was in. or ...you might find yourself in this journal.
