Home is where your heart is. Wheres mine?

[rockysoftball]

I know thats grammatically wrong but oh well I suck. Well I cried more times in the past two weeks then I care to in a year. Being home was emotional. Two weeks is the longest I have been home in a year. My mom and I only fought once and I had to put her in her place cuz she was complaining way too much. Waking up to my brothers jumping on me asking me to watch them play vice city, or going to get them slurpees, or hey even them fighting was awesome. Seeing my dad and him actually taking the time to talk to me in depth about life ment a lot. I think my pain was noticeable because everyone was a bit more sensitive than they usually are. For some reason I can't hide the hurt like in the past. I was dreading coming back to butler and it seemed like it wasnt suppose to be when my key wouldn't work in the door. However, when I finally got inside I felt like I was really home. I know things have been rough and it seems we have went seperate ways but I still only feel safe when I can feel ya around. I try to fight and get away but in the end I'm still wishing things were different.
New years eve was interesting I drank way too much fortunately enough I was around friends. I only did one stupid thing really I fell down a flight of stairs. It was in the house I grew up in and I should have known better to walk down them cuz every time I have been drunk in the past I have fell down them. Oh well I laughed about it and only got a few bruises.
I went to the bar last night and ran into stephanie. It was good to see her again. I played pool with her and her gf kristi. Kristi is a good girl for steph and Im glad we all got along.
Today has been rushed doing last minute things and saying goodbyes. Mom cried I was sad. Oh well I will be home soon enough. Untill then just gonna work hard with work and school and hopefully make some people happy.