When I get upset with or overwhelmed about things I always think “I want to go home”
But that home is where my grandpa isn’t dead and I’m still kid and everything’s easy and everyone I love is still there abd is kind and nice and percfect. and then I realise I can never go back to that time because I’m “an adult” now and everyone in my family is complaining about everyone else in my family and no ones happy and everything’s shitty. Everything’s shitty and i am not happy. I am writing this in the bathroom stall of a bar where I’m pretending to enjoy myself with my friends but really I’m just trying to get by.