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sometimes i just want to go home
because at home, i dont have to worry if the people around me really care about me
i never have to question that
and at home, i dont have to call my mom crying, i can just talk to her
and then i wouldnt make her cry because shes not here, or im not there.
yeah, im not there.
and at home, i can relax.
"home is where the heart is" cheesey, but true.
and perhaps that is my problem: maybe i just dont have my heart anymore.
it all makes sense now.
this is no home, this is just an apartment.
and despite the good friends and good times, i am not happy. and i cant believe i put it in writing.