I don't think you really understand. I've been in a place where I died three times, and every time I came back I was still me, but not me. A slightly different me, every time. I haven't had that much time to think about it before now, but maybe that's the reason I haven't gone home yet.
What if what I am now doesn't belong there anymore? What if the original version of me has already gone home, and this is all that's left for me? Never belonging anywhere, ever again.
I don't owe it to anybody. It isn't something to 'miss out' on. It might change everything, or nothing. I can't get it out of my head, and I'm terrified, but I need to know.
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I've been in a place where I died three times, and every time I came back I was still me, but not me. A slightly different me, every time.
I haven't had that much time to think about it before now, but maybe that's the reason I haven't gone home yet.
What if what I am now doesn't belong there anymore? What if the original version of me has already gone home, and this is all that's left for me? Never belonging anywhere, ever again.
I don't owe it to anybody. It isn't something to 'miss out' on. It might change everything, or nothing. I can't get it out of my head, and I'm terrified, but I need to know.