Elucidating Questions

I want to go home

I whisper to myself still not knowing where that is

The running joke since 14

I want to go home

Where is it? Where did it go? How did I lose it?

How many one more chances does love need before

Nevermind I can’t imagine it anymore

I can’t imagine anything but sitting here alone for hours

Anything else

Imagine this

I get dressed up and go to a

Bar?

Club?

A place I’ve never been before

And sit alone for several hours and then come home

Isn’t it better to just be disappointed in the night before it happens

I’m invisible

I’m inviting the universe to hit me with a space boulder or something

I wish I could just die without having to go through excruciating pain first

Effort

Just to torture myself to death

It’s better not to go out and see all the people not seeing me and enjoying themselves without me I don’t belong anywhere

I’m terrified

That everything that has happened

Will just happen again