Home
I made it home today in 6.5 hours on an 8 hour drive... I don't know why I rushed to get home for something that I knew wasn't going to happen. I just wanted to come home. I was home sick I think. Probably not though. I was in ATL if you didn't know. I had some good times. I had some really bad times, but I pulled through the weekend. Just like I pulled through last week, it's just taking everything I've got. I'm physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted, yet I haven't been able to sleep at all. My days basically run together with a nap in between. I kind of like it though. I don't miss much. Everyone else would be the ones who are missing out. I live 20 hours of the day, and you live 14-16 hours. I listened to this CD I bought last year around this time, over and over again on the way home. I remember when I listened to it on the trip to Tampa over and over again in my crappy red car. I remember the black people standing outside as we went to leave and they had just fucked some shit up. #2 is the one I especially enjoy. I'd tell you the title, but then you'd know exactly what I'm talking about.
I want to go out, I just don't know if I can.
Love,
Tyler
I want to go out, I just don't know if I can.
Love,
Tyler