here from my home, but this is my home
I can't even start to try and make my brain understand how this is going to be. You have no idea the things I have thought about you, how I have felt about you, or the things I have wanted to say. For some reason the mere thought of some day being in the same room with you made me want to throw my hands in the air as if I were some toddler just given the toy of their dreams. I will never get over all the pure joy I have felt about this situation. I wish things could be different. That I could be there for you all the time, so you wouldn't have to worry about getting attached or having to lose something. You won't lose it. I know I won't. Unless you want to lose it, I truely don't believe you will.
It's like sappy fucking bitter sweet deal in a shitty dollar store novel. I don't care.
I don't know who I will be or what I will do when I go back home. A chunk of my heart is already missing from the THOUGHT of me leaving. I hate this so much. I just want to be heartless. A cold fucking bitch.
Everyone please forgive me.