Calm Your Tits, Dude.
Just something so empty and lonely. I'm going back home tomorrow, and I don't know how to act, speak, think, or feel. I'm depressed about it, really. Seeing the places where there was so much pain and fear. It's like I'm trapped in a world of my own creation. Grey everything, and there's an endless and treacherous road ahead of me. I see my mother. God I wish she could get better and be a...