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Here i am; another friday night spent alone listing to music. How many times do i have to make a change in my life to really get right. When i can just be happy somewhere i can be myself. I could when i was in westerville; i didnt have to impress anyone, nor think about who i am. i knew who i was and i didnt care about how stupid i was or stupid people thought i was, i was just me. With my friends it didnt matter because when i was with them i was invinsible. Thats why i think i am coming home.