I have no home.

I have no place. Santa Barbara is nothing to me and this fucking desert is becoming so distant. People I don't know and places I can't travel to. They're everywhere. It's all shit, you know that? When you disappear from yourself because you hate it all. In the end, it's just anger and no one gets it. That's the worst- when no one understands what it's like because they're either detached or too attached. There's no in between- I'm either there or here and I can't be both. So I must be neither. I feel awful. The biggest identity loss of my life and I'm misunderstood. I want to go home. Oh wait, where the fuck is that?