Me, all along, at home

Alone.

They are not my families. They feed and talk, but there's nothing.

Void, emptiness, nothing.

Nothing worth wasting my time. I have little in common with them.

Alone. I don't have family, friends or partner.

I'm home, but not my home, not my place, there's no one here with me.

I don't even want to be at the same space with them. I feel lonely with them. I am really tired, perhaps this time to the other place is the time to find my death.

So I won't feel tired, confused or lonely anymore.