these miles hold an infinite time
I want to go home. And it seems like something or someone is making this impossible for me to do. I just want to go home and be with Brad. Why is this seeming like a journey to the sun? I don't understand this. Every possible thing that could have went wrong, has gone wrong. Okay, so I get it now, I'm not even laughing or trying to be a good sport about it. I hate losing this game. Any other game, that's fine. But this is my insanity we are talking about here. I haven't missed home this much, ever. So what do you want me to do? Just let off of me, I need to get out of here. I can't stand this tiny room, with a neighbor from hell with her crappy country music and her stupid drunken raves. I want my own bed, with my own nice water and pressure without having to wear stupid flip flops. I want real food, no powered eggs or instant potatoes, soggy tofu and crappy cut up cucumbers. I want to be able to cry without worrying about anyone see me and I don't want to wait another day. Tomorrow feels like a year away. I wanted this weekend just for Brad and I. What do I have to do, I'll do it.