I am suppose to be going on vacation next week
I need this trip more then people know. The trip is needed from my life. In this empty cold house.
After all the events, these past months.
I can't stand being in my room anymore, With the consent reminder of cold and that this house isn't even home to me. I don't even feel like the place i sleep is comfortable anymore.
How could humans even live there-
My own prison cell and is like i am living in my own nightmare, Hell. Filled with melancholy so much so that it is made me into a shell of a person i once used to be-.
I wonder when i will be able to leave this horrid place
For a place full of warmth and love, kindness. Only in my dreams.