I never really could identify what this longing I feel is for. My chest feels empty, and hearing the voices in my head scream “i want to go home” only makes me more upset because I realize that this place does not exist. This person that is supposed to make me feel comfortable does not exist. I have nowhere, no one to be able to finally take a deep breath with. It hurts me, to have no one, or nothing, when everyone around has their person or their place. I don’t know why this is bothering me so much lately, it’s been apparent to me since I was a young child that I didn’t exactly fit in anywhere or with anyone completely.