I Miss My Mom

I miss my mom.

I’m 20 fucking years old and I miss my mom.

But maybe that’s the only way of coping with the pangs of pain that come with living somewhere you feel you don’t fit.

So even though people always tell me it’s not the place but my attitude about the place, I’d beg to differ.

I have loved it here, and now I do not. I have seen love for a place fade as quickly as a storm blows in from the east.

And I know what sadness feels like, what loneliness really is, and what it means to feel like an outsider.

So I sit here missing my mom, perpetually, angrily.

Even though I’m 20 years old.

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