I don't seem to be able to find a home, just a place to haunt for a while. I shouldn't have even bothered with my altar. I should have just sent all my stuff back to the mainland last year, instead of trying to keep some of it. Now its a burden I'm not sure what to do with it.
Five years ago to the day I came to this same realization. That I was going to lose my home. The pain doesn't lesson no matter how many times you experience it, and I'm once again going down in flames, facing those same demons and wondering where the future leads. Where do I belong?
People find their niches. I still haven't found mine. Maybe I wasn't made to fit in anywhere.
Despite everything, I enjoyed the time I spent with them. I've enjoyed our conversations. I did the best I could here. At least I can say that much.
I'm a strong person. I will get through this and move on to something else. No matter what comes, I seem to have the strength and the will to overcome it. The lone wolf is about to strike out on her own once again.
