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Sometimes I miss home. But it’s the past and I swore I’d never go back to the reason I came here. I never want to see myself as miserable as I was. Even though I was with someone I was as lonely as ever. I had never felt the touch of someone who really loved me or enjoyed lying in bed, cuddling and fighting over blankets. I spent eighteen years trying to be happy… to do something for myself, but I have only spent nine months finding myself and a special someone that I really love. As much as I miss my life back in Indiana, I can never go back to the pain and suffering I went through.