i dont know where's my home anymore.
a friend of mine once said;
home is where your heart is.
and when i was in mjsc serting, i thought it was too.
but now, i begin to wonder if home is actually
with who your heart is.
its not even a place. its a person.
and can a house be called home, when its where my mama is, but actually its an impersonation of a hell with the fun activity 'fire the person first at the heart, where her soul is'?
i will be called ungrateful for this, but who cares? i know i'm grateful enough. i cant list everything i'm grateful for. its like in the air i breath out every minute. i know i'm grateful. but would you be for something you put much hate into?
cant wait when i reach the age that allows me to have my driving license and a cute small car, and drive away from here.
create my own so called home.
drive into nothingness that will be everything with me in it
unfold my own story
lock others'
try everything to know whats right and whats wrong
leave them.
and bring my mama along.
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