San Francisco.
Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurts to be away from them? Except it's a place, and not a person? That's my relationship with San Francisco. I was never even close to feeling joy or happiness in my life until I lived there.
I don't think I'll ever have that again. I don't think I'll ever get that close again. I've pretty much accepted that I'll never know what happiness feels like (which I'm aware sounds cliche, especially for people who know nothing about my background). I think about it a lot, though. Sometimes I even think about becoming homeless just so I can live there again. It's painful. I get made fun of for it a lot, too, but I can't help it any more than you can help loving someone.
It's like a heartache, or an unrequited love, and the best you can do is to try to not think about it, and people who've never experienced it think you're totally crazy. They're probably better off, though.
I don't think I'll ever have that again. I don't think I'll ever get that close again. I've pretty much accepted that I'll never know what happiness feels like (which I'm aware sounds cliche, especially for people who know nothing about my background). I think about it a lot, though. Sometimes I even think about becoming homeless just so I can live there again. It's painful. I get made fun of for it a lot, too, but I can't help it any more than you can help loving someone.
It's like a heartache, or an unrequited love, and the best you can do is to try to not think about it, and people who've never experienced it think you're totally crazy. They're probably better off, though.