I’m having one of those days again. Homesickness is getting the best of me.
Facebook is the devil, but I can’t stay away. My chest fills with an emptiness that builds for each image I force myself to look at.
Houses, lakes, family, friends, friends with their family, friends with their friends.
I belong right there.
Right smack in the middle of all those pictures is an empty space that I should fill. Instead of filling my own emptiness with thoughts of what I chose not to.
Facebook is the devil, but I can’t stay away. My chest fills with an emptiness that builds for each image I force myself to look at.
Houses, lakes, family, friends, friends with their family, friends with their friends.
I belong right there.
Right smack in the middle of all those pictures is an empty space that I should fill. Instead of filling my own emptiness with thoughts of what I chose not to.
On days like today I am sad. Bitter. I feel lonely and I feel
out of place. And behind all of those I feel guilty because I am complaining
when I am actually very lucky (Oh would the starving children in Africa just
shut up for a minute and let me be selfish) and nobody is holding me anywhere
against my will.
It’s a bitch. Being happy and all.
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