On my way to work this morning, I saw a young female vagrant who I use to see in the area. I once thought she looks like a friend of mine. I looked at her for a few more seconds this time and I realized she does not look like my friend, but rather like me.
I feel like she and I are equally poor, mentally in particular. She must have a god damned awful home, so that she has to wandering in street like a deserted dog or cat, I assume. She is not the only one in the same street, I realized at that moment.
Now that I really have to interrupt my plan and move out as soon as possible or else I would not be only mentally like the vagrant, but also physically. I think I have been mentally homeless for too long and have long lost the concept of home, the only memory left is the sense of a good night sleep which I have been long for too.
So, I have to take this delayed action. Sadly, when I look around, I got nothing but an enhanced sense of nothinglessness.
don't feel that way. you have a home, here, at least with me. even if it isn't something you can touch or see.
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