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i'm never coming home. not ever.
it's not just this country. it's not just what it does or what it's supposed to mean. it's that for the first time since high school has started i'm actually happy.. with the exception of WHEELS. i feel so out of place all the time and like i have no friends, or a limited few who really don't care at home. and i come here and one day later i'm surronded by people who think i'm funny and ask me to spend time with them-not vise versa.
i miss my family. and i miss being comfortable all the time. and no one taking my stuff and not returning it. i miss my own bathroom and showering with hot water before 6 P.M. and not praying and legitamate meals-not fryed bread for absolutely everything. but i don't miss feeling left out and like such a fucking loser all the time. if it takes 8,000 miles to get over that, then fine. fuck west bloomfield.
it's not just this country. it's not just what it does or what it's supposed to mean. it's that for the first time since high school has started i'm actually happy.. with the exception of WHEELS. i feel so out of place all the time and like i have no friends, or a limited few who really don't care at home. and i come here and one day later i'm surronded by people who think i'm funny and ask me to spend time with them-not vise versa.
i miss my family. and i miss being comfortable all the time. and no one taking my stuff and not returning it. i miss my own bathroom and showering with hot water before 6 P.M. and not praying and legitamate meals-not fryed bread for absolutely everything. but i don't miss feeling left out and like such a fucking loser all the time. if it takes 8,000 miles to get over that, then fine. fuck west bloomfield.