I realize that I have already posted today. but what better things do I have to do? Oh yes, a psych paper due tomorrow. How can I be expected to make sense elegantly and intellectually when I feel like I can't even phrase a simple sentence.
If you're looking for me, I haven't really gone anywhere. I'm just waiting around. I spend too much time waiting. I just wish I could know that there's some part reaching for me still.
For the first time since i've moved here, I feel homesick. I want to be at home. I am so much safer there. I miss him. And oddly enough, I just miss home. I remember on move-in when I wasn't even a little bit phased when my family left, but I nearly lost it when he and nitz left. I want that back. My after school, snacking unhealthily til we die neighbor. I want him to come back too.
I want this week over and it's barely even begun.
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