After writing some long ass whine about leaving and not understanding the world and politics etc.
All i want is a hug, and someone to cuddle me to sleep.
I hate wanting, and feeling like I need other people. But sometimes my head spins out of control, and realise how little i know about myself or anything of the world around me. Not feeling ok about this is even worse, my lack of ability to accept my own thoughts and feelings.
Then i think maybe it’s just where i am, where i live and who i know, and how its all wrong, and i don’t know how to escape that feeling.
And it brings me to tears.