I am lost in translation. I
hate feel that movie. I'm in a no-man's land. Like being between the two wall waiting to be shot. Really.
I don't know who I am anymore. I made choices. I made decisions. My life wasn't perfect, but it was mine. Now I am someone else's. I am the government's. I am my parents'. I am my sisters'. I am my friends'.
I am lost in the absence of the ability to make decisions. I didn't make the choice to come back here, but here I am. I didn't make the choice to live where I am, but here I am. I desperately want to go back.
I know that really, I did make the decision to come back here. I didn't try and get a contract so that I could stay. I didn't manage to save enough money so that I could live where I wanted.
I'm floating. I don't know who I am.