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i think my heart is breaking.
i miss home so much.
i miss the way things were.
i want to be at home, sitting on cameron's bed, watching a movie, getting dog hair on my shirt.
i want to sit in my sister's room under the covers with her and talk about silly stuff until the early hours of the morning.
i want to work for minimum wage at some crappy job just so i can see my friends afterwards and i want to have to drive 25 minutes just to go someplace decent.
why do i still hate it here?
i want to be happy so bad. i want to accept that this is where i live. i want to succeed here.
why can't i make this work?
i miss home so much.
i miss the way things were.
i want to be at home, sitting on cameron's bed, watching a movie, getting dog hair on my shirt.
i want to sit in my sister's room under the covers with her and talk about silly stuff until the early hours of the morning.
i want to work for minimum wage at some crappy job just so i can see my friends afterwards and i want to have to drive 25 minutes just to go someplace decent.
why do i still hate it here?
i want to be happy so bad. i want to accept that this is where i live. i want to succeed here.
why can't i make this work?