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I've said it out loud today, and, maybe, that is the point. I do not have a Home. I do not have my place, good or bad. I do not feel it anywhere. I mean, even if you are away from Home, even if it's for weeks or months, you always know, that it's out there, waiting for you. Nothing is waiting for me. No one is waiting for me. Either all, that is said, is true, or it isn't. It doesn't matter. There are certain things you shouldn't do or say to your close ones. It makes it irreversible for me. And it's so fucking sad and lonely. I can't do anything about it. I need some help, this is eating me alive