nothing at all.

i look at photos and think to myself, im gone in the prime of my teenage life. i'm missing what i wish i wasn't and i'm hoping for the worst. i lay in bed at night, then wake up thinking i'm where i am not. it's the worst. homesickness doesn't describe what i feel. i talk to my family and i'm fine. of course i miss them, and i wish i were with them. but i'm not homesick.

i'm saddened by the inevitable. i've left my life and my home, and i can't let go. i can't do it. everyone is moving on, everyone has a life. i have a life. but it's out of my control. i feel lost and out of control though nothing is happening.

i feel in the dark. i feel scared.i feel nothing at all.