Loneliness. Loneliness is making your father hold your hand. Starved for human touch. Loneliness is leaving all of your worries on your face. Crying when someone steals your mood and leaves you empty.

I have no words for these people in this house. None that they want to hear. Leave me alone.

So contradictory of all the moods I feel in my second home. There I long for my family when loneliness creeps up my back. Here I want....well I don't know what I want. To be left alone by everyone but not forgotten? I don't know. It's dangerous territory there. I don't want to go back.