Rant #2131

I just wish it could be easier. That my life didn't depend on a paper. That I could hug my family, see them. I wish I could feel at home. Even though that has never really existed, not for me. No matter how much I try, no one, no place, nowhere feels like home. And there is nothing to look forward to, no one to even talk this with. I feel as if I am a dead woman walking towards a goal that I don't even know if is mine anymore. I don't know why, or what, nor when I started to resent my choice, or myself. When I started resenting everything and everyone. And I wonder when, if ever, I will be free from the shackles I inflicted on myself.