so bittersweet...
whoever thought that going home would bring such conflicting feelings?
the comfort of an old friends arms, met with the condescending glares from foreign faces...
happy to finally be alone in my room, while deeply saddened by how barren and un-homey everything seemed...
familiar faces, naive opinions create an internal disonance...
I'm proud of who I am and who I've become over the past couple of months, I really am.
I've always been told that 'no one can make you feel inferior without your concent'...and yet they did.
For being myself,
for growing up,
for having a good time.
the comfort of an old friends arms, met with the condescending glares from foreign faces...
happy to finally be alone in my room, while deeply saddened by how barren and un-homey everything seemed...
familiar faces, naive opinions create an internal disonance...
I'm proud of who I am and who I've become over the past couple of months, I really am.
I've always been told that 'no one can make you feel inferior without your concent'...and yet they did.
For being myself,
for growing up,
for having a good time.