Home sweet home
I'm going home this weekend. I'm really looking forward to it, but it gets harder to leave every time. It's hard to enjoy being there when I know that I'm going to leave soon. I feel like I have to make the most of my time, so I want to do everything possible in the little time I have. I also want to relax and enjoy myself, but that never happens. It would probably be less stressful if I just didn't come home. But that's not an option because there are people there who want to see me. Maybe I should just rob a bank, move to another country and live out the rest of my life in solitude.