I miss the house in london where i found my solace away from home. And now it is not ours anymore. I can still smell the morning breeze when waking up, especially in the summer. I love my peachy room even if it was small. I always feel like I am where I should be everytime I was in the house. When i was depressed the house kept me company. I can just stay in it even if i had to be alone. Even if i just stayed in the room to drown my sorrow, had really bad hangovers, bad fused temper and an unbelievable amount of crying over a broken heart. I loved it and i miss it now because it has been my salvation. And now i dont have anywhere to go to...and i am sad. It felt so good the last time i went there before it is gone.
Well my house here is fine but i cant find solace in it. I dont know how to face the people who live with me. I dont want them to be worried or sad when there is something wrong with me. I feel lonely when there is no one in the house but i cant cry out loud for them not to go anywhere even if i feel depressed. My salvation is gone. I am left to deal with my emotions and end up wearing a mask that is starting to tear me apart....
