Teeth

This is the strange thing that I always find at home. The feeling that everything and nothing matters. The feeling that my life is great but is going nowhere. That I am a disappointment to a lot of people. That no one understands me. That I am an oddity. But I'm so different that people find me fascinating. I'm at home and homesick at the same time. Is that even possible?

I hit a new and different level of loneliness yesterday for some reason and I don't know how or why. It just came out of the blue. And then I talked to him, hoping he would clear it up for me and he didn't. I hoped he missed me and he didn't. There was nothing in his voice that would even suggest it. I have been forgotten. Or at least the forgetfulness that hits when you only remember a person's existence, rather than their feeling in your life. Like having a tooth pulled. Eventually, your tongue stops feeling the empty space. Eventually your mouth feels full of teeth again.