Every minute only reminds me of my significant unimportantance. Who doesn't want to feel like someone will miss them back home? Someone who cares that their presence will be missing. Someone who aches a little while their away.
Maybe he was right.
Misery creates an eagerness to leave.
I just wanted to feel loved.
Missed.
Like I actually affect a life.
A person.
Touch a soul.
But I am realizing more and more that I am investing all of my genuine hopes into people who don't have the decency to recognize or appreciate me.
So I'm leaving on a jet plane and I hope the person who leaves never comes home. And the person I am meant to be, does.
