They say Home is Where Your Family is…The thing is I don’t have any, is not that I don’t have it, is the feeling that I’m apart, not because I want it, is the feeling.
I was in high school when my dad left us for another family, really make a wound. Since then I always tell myself that “Love Never Lasts”. Was hard but I get by.
One year ago my brother got married and left the house, I didn’t have a problem until I realized I’ve been left again. My mother stills with me, and I have a jon now, but I don’t want to stay here in the city, I want to get away from everyone and everything, I thought it was just me wanting to know more places and meet new people, now I think that I don’t want my mom to left me, when she passes away, I know this will came soon or later, but I don’t want to be here to see it.
Also one of my dearest friends, the ones who listen to me, and listen to my shit, they also fly away either, I feel weird, I feel strange and I want to get away this city… I hope someday I’ll do it