I am feeling homesick.
I could have gone out but i opted to stay in, and pass on the cocaine and the food and the over crowded streets of manhattan for my little flat in Brooklyn and a cracked window with the cigarette smoke leaking out side. Maybe I am building this protected wall of misery around me. Maybe I am not ok. Maybe I am as insane the next person. And maybe I am just as cruel as I try not to be.
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