#going on...

a lot of places from my childhood, i barely remember the structure of. But i remember the emotions. I remember that some part of me used to be there. Some part of me that was lonely and didn't know why people didn't really understand me. its surreal, to try and go back to these places. they've either been torn down and have a new building spring up into place, or I just, can't remember what the place looked like. i used to live in these places and yet, they're different now. I'm a ghost haunting them it feels, but it also feels like its barren too. Theres no feelings there, only a vauge emptiness I also feel when people leave me. its so surreal...