home

So, usually in times where i feel like nothing is going right, life hates me, everythings screwed and im a failure- i often tell myself i want to go home. it doesnt matter where i am: at school, on the train, if its sunny, rainy, cold, hot. i want to go home.

but sometimes home just doesnt feel like home. it doesnt feel like the warm, happy, loving place that im looking for. i often find myself ask why this place i call home doesnt feel like that place that i want it to be? i curl into my little ball and cry my silly heart out.

i want somewhere i belong, somewhere i can feel safe, somewhere that makes me happy, somewhere where i know people love me for who i am even if ive screwed up and even if im a failure. im not sure anywhere will feel like home when im upset.

where is home?
i want to go back.

p.s: i miss you dad, love you.