Phone Home 😞

It's a terrible thing, to be homesick. There's no cure, either. I should know. I checked. It turns out, the more light-years away you are, and the longer it's been, the worse the bouts can get.

I tried putting down roots on this planet, I really did. It hasn't helped. They don't like me, here. That makes it worse. I tried blinking more often, making fancy cars, buying one of their biggest social media platforms, and doing a cameo on The Big Bang Theory. Nothing helped. I still hate it here. They still hate me. I just want to go home.

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Thanks for reading!

This is a drabble for Lana's challenge:

Which I believe might have been sparked by my little alien scribble: