Feeling like I’ve spent the last 7 weeks of my life standing still, staring at what was happening around me, without having the chance of intervening and changing the course of things.
Sometimes I am feeling like I’m living in a sort of golden cage, I am an animal in captivity who longs for freedom and only wants to run far away so to be able to live again.
Coming back was a wrong decision.
I believed those who advised me to come back and I trusted them.
What a fool I’ve been.
I don’t belong here, not anymore. I never did actually.
Nothing has changed, nothing has improved. People got older, kids have grown up and the whole social system has worsened (a lot).
There is nothing for me here, nothing that can really satisfy me.
I have never felt so lonely, not even in my worst days in UK. There at least I has some kind of “survival instinct” that kept me going and pushed through the bad times.
Back home and it seems that this “instinct” has fallen asleep.
My brain instead is switching off slowly, day after day.
I will not last long here.
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You'll never belong anywhere until you find out the difference between leaving and running away.
One of the fools who told you to come back.
Guess who.
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