Real stuff

I feel like I am a stranger in my own life. I walk around with all the lights on and no one is home. Fly uncomfortably high, then crash oh so well. I am annoyed with the swings of emotions day to day. Cycling through becomes monotonous.
I still have the dreams of my childhood. I guess that you could call them flashbacks. I cry. I wish that I could have had some type of normalcy. I would have liked to have a mom and a dad and sisters and a dog. Ha! Like that would have been at least probable. Lol!