Call me

It all feels very unreal.
Me moving.
It seems like I'm just visiting, I guess bringing nothing more than two bags do that to you.

For a week now my stomach have totally hated me,
Or maybe more like hated food.

I can't help but think,
What the fuck am I doing here? I don't want to be here!
But the place I want to be, I'm not welcome at anymore,
The place I want to be doesn't exist anymore.
It's fucking gone
And all I can do is suck it up.

I freaking hate my life.