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It's this sinking feeling in my stomach that lets me know this is not where I should be.
I should just suck it up, get myself together, do something about the papers ahead of me.
But I can't because I am crying. I miss home so much and I forget to what extent until I have to jump on a plane and fly 50 minutes to be a 12 hour drive away from my mother.
Living like this seems impossible to me at this moment. No one is back yet and I am alone, left to my own devices. Well so far I've cried a bunch, accomplished nothing, realized that I have four 8-10 page essays due in the next two weeks.
I'm so tired of being homesick like this. It's exhaustive hating the world around you simply because you cannot be in a better place.
I know my attitude will change as soon as my friends are back. But for now my heart hurts.
Every time I opened the door I thought he'd be waiting.
I should just suck it up, get myself together, do something about the papers ahead of me.
But I can't because I am crying. I miss home so much and I forget to what extent until I have to jump on a plane and fly 50 minutes to be a 12 hour drive away from my mother.
Living like this seems impossible to me at this moment. No one is back yet and I am alone, left to my own devices. Well so far I've cried a bunch, accomplished nothing, realized that I have four 8-10 page essays due in the next two weeks.
I'm so tired of being homesick like this. It's exhaustive hating the world around you simply because you cannot be in a better place.
I know my attitude will change as soon as my friends are back. But for now my heart hurts.
Every time I opened the door I thought he'd be waiting.