Jun 25, 2008 20:14
I feel like a wounded child longing for home. In a summer camp cottage, the smell of rotting wood stuck in my lil nose, I feel glued in the corner. 2 fat for the rowboats. 2 tired for the relay races.
Mom and dad r smashed in2 thin pieces of paper within lick-shut envelopes.
Been gone so long the cat hair 4gets 2 cling on my dark clothes.
My eyes r puffy w pre-downpour tears and my body is cold without blankets and hugs.
I'm 29 and homesick like a fat kid at camp.
homesick,
cyclothymia,
borderline