"I guess I've always been a bit naive.."
I find that whenever things aren't going well here, I have the urge to go home. I guess I'm still that much of a child that I want to run home and cry to my parents. It's not like I think they'll make it better, I gave up that notion years ago. But it's as if they're my friends now. Last time I was home, Dad spoke to me about his relationship problems, as if I were an equal. He admitted he hadn't told anyone else about them, that it was good to talk to me about it. It meant a lot to me and I'd love to be able to do the same.
Things.. aren't going well here.