I feel constantly slightly out of touch. Not out of place. I think I’m definitely in the right place for myself. Which almost makes it worse. Like I’m meant to be here, but maybe not at this certain time with these certain people. I think me and my friends get along way better than other people do. And I’m very thankful for that. But there’s not one person I can tell everything to and feel comfortable about it. I can tell certain people certain things. I can tell some people almost everything. And I’m comfortable around all these people. But there’s no one who I’m not subconciously thinking about the conversation with and wondering what to say every once in a while and forcing a luagh here and there. Nothing is completely comfortable in it’s entireness. Like it’s never 100% the right thing. I’m annoyed, or fake, or doubting myself, or doing something because what I really want to do isn’t possible. It just doesn’t feel routine and like I’m completely at home and in touch with what I’m doing. Everyone has someone that they immediately go to and feel most at home with and I just have a ton of people who I’m slightly out of touch from. Homeless. And I’m just wandering around trying to butt in to other peoples homes.