Ugh.
I feel like a total piece of crap. I don't even know why, I love it here, I hate here, I want things to go back to how they were and yet I know that's a terrible thing to want because then I'm living in the past and missing my youth, my now. At least you never stop getting now. I wish my friends from home and me could all live in this world I live in but I know that would never work. Grant would be suffocated here and Morgan wouldn't get why I bust my ass for this department. Savannah would just get really anxious about all the talk that is constantly flying around and Rita would drink herself into a stupor or miss her boyfriend. Sigh. Frustration. Want to go do an abstract painting and not have to talk in complete sentences.