no place feels like home
so this begins my official residence in Gainesville. It's like i've relapsed into my 5 year old state going to my first sleepover.
"mommy, can you hold my hand"
i can't figure out what people do around here, except for maybe to go to clubs, parties, and whatnot, but that's not my scene. Im sure i'll figure it out. im so homesick and it's only the first day. F-u_C-K
im not ready for this.
im walking off a couple of blows to the head. it's cool. im straight.
bang.bang.bang