I can barely breathe.

I don't know which place is home anymore. I refer to "home" as a place where one constantly lives for a generally long amount of time. Neither of the places that I live in can I say that about, anymore. They both feel temporary. It's as if both Bethlehem and Rochester are two gigantic bubbles, slightly touching, but I'm stuck in between the soap films of the two. If I submerge myself completely into one, the other will pop. Questions beckon for their answers on different halves of my brain. The days are getting longer, but I still feel that emptiness. The lack of good friends I've got here multiplies by the day, because of my unforgivable actions. I prayed to God today for the first time in months. I think that explains how I feel right now.