Venting I am still here when I thought I would be gone already.

[Mooshi]

To say I am tired is an understatement. I have such an intense longing for what lies after this life, to be gone already. I see my friends moving on in the world, going to other countries, and that should be me. That should be me, in the sense I should move on already. I should go where I am meant to go, far far away from here. Far away from my pains and aches, far from this all. I don't want to die, but I don't want to be here. My partner is the only thing keeping me alive, the only thing keeping me sane. From spiraling completely. I just want to go home. I am metaphorically starving for another life.