I finally figured out what I want in life... I want a place to call home. A place away from the rest of the world. I used to think I wanted to live in a big city, but I don't. I want to go away. Away from the people who care, away from the people that don't. I want to go away. I can't hurt anyone that way, nor can they hurt me. I want to go away. It hurts too much to care. I want a home where I can't be hurt. A place that will keep me from the ones I love who I always hurt so much. I want a place where nothing matters, not death, life, love, or hope. I want a place where I know everything's safe and I know everything will be okay. A place where I know the world isn't tearing itself apart at the hinges. A place where people will greet each other by name instead of by insults. A place where love can still exist without pain. A place where you don't have to hurt inside. A place where you don't accidentally hurt someone's feelings because they weren't taught that they were worthless. I know that this place can never be though. I can never truly have a home. Until then, I want to go away.