I can’t find anything
Not the stuff I keep looking for in the boxes upon boxes and piles and clothing and random shit
Not a job
Not a home
I want to live on my own again
I can’t handle this
Being responsible for my dad
Being responsible for other people’s feelings about how I live my day to day
I want to sing
I miss singing
I miss singing without being told I should enter choirs that sing about Jesus all day
I miss my stuff
I miss everything where I put it
I miss my living room
And my chair
I miss my crystals
Being everywhere
I miss my bedroom
Not mine
Tenancy
I used to fantasise that I’d buy that house some day and rent out the top floor
Just live in my basement and then pay the tenant to be the caretaker of the house
So many dreams died when I left that house
And I have nothing
No job
No place to call my place
Constantly worried I’m bothering someone
Constantly worried that I’m going to do something to bring out my father’s bad side
Constantly being told my world view is wrong
Just because I understand things differently
Doesn’t matter if I reached the same conclusion or not
Bowing to Christianity constantly
Just makes me want to set it on fire even more
I want my life back
I wasn’t really wrong when I said my life was ending the day I moved
Nothing is the same anymore
I just want my freedom back
I miss my freedom
I don’t live well with other people
So anxious and agitated all the time
I don’t know why things happen in this world
Sometimes it feels like the wrong sort of chaos
Sometimes it feels like there are threads of order within it but they don’t make sense
Nothing makes sense
I didn’t intend to lose to this world, but it’s exactly what I did
I want everything back
The idea that this is just a life that repeats over and over
And I end up wanting to repeat it every time
Has crossed my mind before
I’m stuck in a loop of failure and if I just went back and did something differently
Tomorrow is so far away
Why can’t it get better today?
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