three months and nine days
there are times when you just have to lock up all those unnecessary questions (that no one can answer anyway -let alone you- that just end up adding to your already mounting confusions about whether anything has any point at all) somewhere deep and unreachable, throw away the key, and concentrate on actually living the reality of your daily life with both feet firmly attached to the ground.
be real, don't think too much, stop complaining and just do whatever you need to do. don't expect too much from anyone. be your own support system. happiness doesn't just come knocking on your door if all you do is living inside your head, cursing whoever bastard that ruined it all.
it's been three months and nine days since i came home, and i barely know who i am.