Home at Last.
Things didn't start off particularly well when I got home-- I guess it's just a huge change. I'm no longer surrounded by people 24/7... I experienced boredom for the first time since the summer. Of course I began seeing friends, and I haven't really had any down time since then. I do this to myself. Of course I love seeing my friends but it's as if I'm afraid to be alone. This strikes me as a bad thing... either way, I've spent some quality time with old friends, which makes me very happy. It's been too long.
The boy situation, on the other hand, isn't looking all that swell. I'm not sure if my ex and I are going to be able to stay friends. It really breaks my heart.
For the first time, his hugs didn't make everything better.