charlatan

Home.

Everyone conjures a different image in their mind when you present this word to them. To some it is simply where they live. To others it is where they were raised. Still, to another group it is a place of tranquility, or peace.

This word is the cause of my sudden sadness.

I don't feel like I have one. I know I have a place to live, family that loves me, and a place I'm familiar with from my childhood readily available, but none of them feel like a home to me.

No matter where I am; I always have this edge in me like I'm ready to leave at any given moment. I'm never at ease with where I am anymore.

I have no place to call my own.

I am forced to share most things in my life that I would rather have to just me, and i can't find anyone willing to except the parts of me I wish to share with others.

I don't really even know what those statements mean. All I know is that is how I feel.

Incontent. Restless. Ansty.

Sometimes unhappy.

I guess this is the way it's going to be for a while. I'll just have to learn to deal with it.

Just like everything else.

Such is life, I suppose.