I feel alien in my own home. It creeps up on you, in the moments when you think you've fully adjusted, feel so at home. It feels like you're living in third-person, like this place is somebody else's. It's a voice in your head saying you don't belong over and over and over again until you believe it. The people around you feel like strangers, your house feels cold like the first time visiting someone's house. Sometimes I wish I could lock the loneliness in a box and send it away forever, so it can't bother me anymore
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