i feel as though i haven't been at home in forever. i know that i have-- i've been home pretty recently, as a matter of fact-- but i can't shake this feeling. sometimes i just can't stand to be away from home. it kills me. i don't care what we do here because i'd rather be home. it isn't that i don't like the places we go, i guess i should, but i can't help feeling like i'm missing something by not being home. like i'm missing something in me.
could've done with a fucking day trip.
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