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I miss New York. I miss nasty trains and scary cab drivers, and th cuildings andho wyou can walk for blocks and never feel tired.
I miss Stewart, I miss just sitting with him on the stupid fucking couch, being tired and laughing at bad TV and his little brother harassing us becasue he wants to watch Family Guy.
I miss my house, my room, my cat, and even a little, my crazy parents.
I want to come home, where I belong.
Because it's been a nice little trip, but I don't belong here.
I miss Stewart, I miss just sitting with him on the stupid fucking couch, being tired and laughing at bad TV and his little brother harassing us becasue he wants to watch Family Guy.
I miss my house, my room, my cat, and even a little, my crazy parents.
I want to come home, where I belong.
Because it's been a nice little trip, but I don't belong here.