What is it?

Is it the place? Is it the people? Is it the ambiance? What makes me feel like shit anyway? Nowhere seems to be there... No one seems to be the one...
I feel rotten at home.
I feel rotten out here.
Maybe it isn't where, when or who... Maybe it's me...
Maybe outer peace is only possible if there's inner peace..
Until I feel at home within myself and I'm my best friend I will never feel really confortable or at ease...
I repudiate chlichés but I envy those who live in them...
I hate me. I hate them. I hate this. I hate that. I hate, hate, hate, hate, ....
When will there be a time for loving and living?
When will there be peace?