(no subject)
i moved back into the house i grew up in the other day. seems strange to be somewhere after this long. im not sure if i like it or not yet, maybe it's growing on me, but maybe ive outgrown it all in the end. i wake up early every day to the sound of birds outside my window, and i hate them. let me sleep away this place. i paint the walls white like im supposed to, and i wish i could paint my life white again too, start again. fresh. crisp. clean. its not so easy - this roller wont cover all the mistakes ive made and wont hide who i am. not that i want to - i just want to not be so fucking lonely anymore. i want to be at home with everyone i love and i want to forget about this whole uni in the fall bullshit. i just ... want to be the little blond girl that grew up in that house. it doesnt seem right to not be that good anymore - that innocent and naive. maybe someday.
the sooner the better tho, right?
anyways ... home is home is home ....
the sooner the better tho, right?
anyways ... home is home is home ....