i don't even know.
My roommate has her best friend from home staying here for the weekend. It's fun to listen to them talk about old times they had. It makes me wish I had my best friend, or some of my best friends here to talk to. There are just some connections you make with people that won't go away. I like when that happens.
So the question is, when is it my turn to go home? I know the answer, and it makes me sad. It's far away, and once I get there I won't be there for too long. But at least there is California, right? Right now I just want someone to take care of me; to tell me that everything is going to be alright, to let me just cry and not think I am silly for doing so, and to just love me. That's what I need. I also want to have a good talk with someone. A really good talk that isn't one-sided, that's not just me complaining, but a REAL talk.
And that is pretty much where I am at the moment. That's all.
So the question is, when is it my turn to go home? I know the answer, and it makes me sad. It's far away, and once I get there I won't be there for too long. But at least there is California, right? Right now I just want someone to take care of me; to tell me that everything is going to be alright, to let me just cry and not think I am silly for doing so, and to just love me. That's what I need. I also want to have a good talk with someone. A really good talk that isn't one-sided, that's not just me complaining, but a REAL talk.
And that is pretty much where I am at the moment. That's all.