I sit in this scratched up ratty desk around people that I sometimes want to be. I like being here sometimes. Just to get away from the house I sometimes feel trapped in. I have not been home in a long time. When I think about it, it makes me feel like the walls are closing in. Kinda like I’m drowning out of water. It sucks. It is miserable. I know I sound negative. Judge me.
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