Home doesn't feel like home
- Carrie Xue
- 5 days ago
- 1 min read
It’s weird when you live with people and still feel alone. My family talks, but we don’t talk. We say things like “How was school?” and “I’ll be home late,” but we never say “I’m struggling” or “I miss us.” The silence between us feels heavy, like a room that hasn’t been aired out in years.
Sometimes I wish someone would notice without me having to say anything. The way I linger in my room. The way I get quieter at dinner. The way I stay up late because nighttime is the only time the house feels calm.
I love them. I do. I just don’t know how to fit into the world they expect for me. And I’m scared that if I try to explain, it’ll come out wrong.
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