In the few places I have lived I have never felt at home; ever. Always something seemed to be missing. I am at my brother's house and, for once, I feel at home and rarely feel 'shunned' or as if I am agitating everyone around me. Wish I knew what it was that makes me feel this way so I could resign from feeling like the absolute fuck up every minute of the day.
Three weeks or so and I am gone.
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