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Dieing inside

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My throat feels tight and my stomach is churning like it did all those years ago. Lately my heart is only half into everything I do minus the few days a week I get to be home and yet the knowledge of having to leave again makes the darkness still linger on the edge of everything we do. Looking at my life is like looking at a water stained picture with all the colors running down to where you can barely recognize what it once was. All the people in it and even yourself are noting but a blurred image… Accept 3 days a week. But one thing I am beginning to learn more and more is that the other 4 days are beginning to rip me apart from the inside. My heart feels like it will never be full again. I see laughing faces of those who have made new friends and I feel as though I just want to run home and never look back. Never return to this cold dangerous place again filled with people who are so inconsiderate and selfish. To where I am not drowning in even the simplest of tasks given by my professors. Where I know everything that is going on and who I want to be with and where I can and can’t go. But even my very house is no longer a home. I guess it never was. I walk in to find only anger and resentment from the people that should be the ones I run home to. And yet they are the very reason I feel as though I have no where to go when he’s gone. I can’t even go back to my family… because I have none… and I want my own…
I’m tired…
"I can't escape. I never will."
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Toop's avatar
The fact that you submitted this under biographies only adds to the incredible emotion in the words themselves. School is ending, do you really look forward what comes after?