Home.Is.Where.The.Heart.Is
I'm back in my bedroom. The same bedroom I left undisturbed when I moved out. It looks the same, feels the same, smells the same... but i'm not comfortible in it. My dog has gone delusional, he's currently licking the floor... but i forgive him, he's 15 after all. My brother is stuck with a hangover and is farsighted blind because he left his glasses somewhere, my father is asleep, my mother is at work... nothing to really do. I sorted out the clothes I dont really want anymore and wish to donate. what else is there to do? I guess i can read... but not in the mood. it's such a pretty day outside.