Dear Mom

I really miss having someone rooting for me. Most of the time I really can't do it for myself. Somehow I find this extremely selfish.

Most of these days I don't feel 22, I feel 100.

I feel like a machine, producing. I also feel like one of thousands of sheep, herded.

I am wondering when I will stop waking up and going to sleep thinking about things I am sick of thinking about.

I realized that 10 minutes changes everything. Especially 10 minutes you think you might have had. Or 10 minutes you can never have.

I am really, really homesick for a home that doesn't exist anymore.