My parents and sister are in cars on the way to their new home in Texas and I am sitting in my dorm room feeling rather... homeless. Four years in that house, in that bed, in that town. I'll never see that basement again where we got a little too crazy a few too many times. Nor will I sit on that roof again where I used to sit and stare up at the sky, straining to see invisible stars as I wondered why I was on this rock instead of any of those.
I live a new life now, I guess. I don't really know how I feel about it. I'm feeling too much right now and at the same time, I feel rather numb. I feel like things are just happening and I am floating along with their current.
I can't even think straight with my mind all wrapped up in you, but you don't even exist anymore.
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