How can I fail so much in my life? How could this even get started?
Aimless, wandering in this city I called home. I feel like I don't belong to this place, nor any other place in the world. Everything seems so unfamiliar.
That's right. I got caught in between. This might be the best answer for now. This feeling sucks and certainly got no ready cure. I got caught in the middle of two cultures, two lives, two MEs, and I hate them, all of them.
Nothing in life cheers me up. Home is not a home anymore, though it hasn't been home for a long time. Now its even more functionally impaired, and structurally ready-to-fall-apart. My home is my cage, my agony, my jail.
I must be sick. Either physically or mentally, or both.
What should I do? Where should I go?
A pour into my mouth as a hope for waking me up from this nightmare. Yet I realized it is not a dream. It's life. It's true. It's so real. And I got caught in this worst-case-scenario.
Wake me up, or, or, or ...
don't wake me up.
