What is a home?

I seem to have forgotten what it feels like.

Did I make things turn out the way it is now?

What did I do?

Is anyone there?

Time flies, I've graduated, started working.

Too many things have happened in the pass few months to write them all down.

Too many thoughts have come and gone. I did not know how to start writing them down then and neither do I now. A mess of emotions mixed with thoughts that run through my mind, a breeding ground for impetuous, shallow and judgmental accusations on people.

Are some people just not reasonable, or am I not accepting enough? Am I too quick to think of myself and not others? Perhaps I am swayed easily, a spineless person who has not a mind of her own?

What exactly have I become?