What the hell has happened. I’m not even reachable. Over 500 miles away. 

I am over reacting. I am a liar. I am terrible. I am wrong. I am an actor. Maybe I sould just add an ‘I am not coming back’ on to that list too. No anger. Not until it is apparent that my place, the one place in the world I fit the word ‘home’ with, doesn’t feel like that anymore. And this makes it all the more obvious that some kind of fix is out of reach.

Bruised and confused. I am so very alone. So tired too. For all your love, I am so sorry you have to know this person.