I have nowhere to go. There is no meaning in my life.

I’m stressed from the void of nothing I have to do, and I’d just naturally go back “home” or to my “comfort zone” but I don’t have one.

I feel like a homeless vagabond.

Always on edge.

Never at rest.

Life is misery.

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