Please Return Home Soon…

Every day feels the same. I wake up, go through the motions, and nothing ever really changes. It’s like my life is on repeat, stuck in this endless loop that I can’t escape from. I live in a family of four, but sometimes it feels like I’m the only one here. They’re right in front of me, but they feel so far away.

I can’t explain when exactly it happened, but I’ve felt this disconnection for a while now. Like, they’re talking to me, but it’s not really me they’re talking to. They’re just talking at me, like I’m just another part of their routine. Every conversation, every laugh — there’s this invisible wall between us that I can’t break down. I can’t even remember the last time I felt truly connected to them, like we were a real family.

It’s strange, because I know they care. I can see it in small moments, like when my mom makes dinner or my dad asks about school. But it’s like they’ve forgotten who I am. They’re here, but they’re not. I try to tell myself, new day, new hope, but it feels like a myth. Nothing changes, no matter how much I want it to.

I miss the way things used to be. I miss the days when everything just clicked — when my family felt like home, not just people I live with. There was a time when we laughed together, shared stories, and I felt safe, like I belonged. Now, all I feel is this emptiness, this weird sense of being alone even when I’m surrounded by them.

I wish they’d notice. I wish they’d see how hard it is for me to even speak up, to express what’s going on inside me. But how can they see it when I can’t even find the words to explain it? I don’t know when things started falling apart, but all I want is for them to return to the way they were. I want my family back.

Some nights, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if they even feel it too. Do they notice that things aren’t the same? Or is it just me? Am I the one who changed, or did they? Every day feels like a blur, and I keep hoping that tomorrow will be different. But it never is. The days just blend together, each one as dull as the last.

I just want everything to fall into place again. I want that connection back, the sense of belonging, the laughter that didn’t feel forced. I want my family to feel like home again, not just a house where we all live under the same roof. I’m tired of feeling like a stranger in my own life.

I don’t know if things will ever go back to how they were. Maybe they can’t. But I hope… I hope that one day, things will be different. That one day, I’ll wake up and the loop will break, and I’ll feel like I belong again. That we’ll talk, really talk, and I’ll feel like a part of something again.

I just want them to return. Not physically, but emotionally. I want my family back. Please, return home soon… because I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending that everything’s okay.