Homelife
Coming home to a place that serves as home simply because I have nowhere else to go is not something I look forward to, but school would lose its appeal if I stayed much longer. Besides, I need the southern california sun to burn away the horrible feelings that I dragged along with my four boxes, five suitcases, and some plastic trash bags. I certainly don't feel like I fit anywhere, and I am extremely conflicted with what I want. Jobless, and nearly friendless, I long to be in a state a few miles north of where I'm at. I dread the fourth of july, more than ever before, even though I looked through about five dream books trying to find some irrational comfort. I think Cal was right, lying is clearly more fun.