For the longest time, I'd thought that when I left home, I'd never ever look back. That, I'd be glad to go because my parents were lame and they always bugged the hell out of me and I needed freedom, goddammit. Well, today, after my first classes were over and the room had gotten to be so still and quiet because all my roommates had left, I got to feeling so alone. I miss my family.
I want to go home. I wish I could find some way to strike up a conversation with an old soul like me and be friends.
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