Jan 06, 2007 14:26
i hate moving.
i hate that my family didn't spend any time with me over break.
i hate that this was the last time we'll all be together and they didn't act like they cared.
i hate that they've only called me twice at school.
i hate that someone stole my psych binder, but left the notes.
"You know that point in your life when you realize that the house that you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of the sudden even though you have some place where you can put your stuff, that idea of home is gone. You'll see when you move out it just sort of happens one day. It's just gone, and you can never get it back. It's like you get homesick for a place that doesn't exist. I mean it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I miss the idea of it. Maybe that's all a family really is; A group of people who miss the same imaginary place."
AND NO ONE SEEMS TO UNDERSTAND! LKJDF;OIAWJIO