Lows
I tried to make this sound thoughtful and even poetic, but it’s just not working.
I’m down. It’s finally hitting me. That I’m in some foreign country and this is not my home. It’s like that mental disorder that makes people think parts of their body is NOT their body and they become incredibly uncomfortable until they saw off the perpetrating body part themselves.
I’m going to a new school today and then took the rest of the day off… but I think I’m going to go back to my school anyway. It’s lonely in the house.
