Thursday, February 01, 2007

I kind of wish I hadn't come home.

Its distressing.
Its traumatizing.
Since home doesn't feel like home.

It feels as though I've been in a coma and suddenly someone wakes me up.
I remember everything and everyone, but it isn't the same.

Its like you're walking through a photograph.
You remember it. But it isn't yours anymore.

But I suppose there's only one month until I can fix all of this.
I can be woken up from my coma and begin to fix my life.
My life here.


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