Even if I was at home, or what was considered my home, I never felt I belonged there, or anywhere else. I would find myself in a ball, crying, and repeating through tight breaths, ‘I just want to go home.’”
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I felt like that many times. Not necessarily crying but I tend to say "I want to go home but I have no idea where it is." Now I guess I'm old enough to understand that it's something everyone has to build themselves for themselves.