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[tuckedinred]

it's 1230 and im sitting on the bathroom floor of my motel room completely miserable. i don't want to be here anymore. i just want to fucking come home. i just want to see dennis and jackie and jess and hang out with everyone like i should be doing. i just want to be with kali so bad. and none of that can fucking happen. i'm stuck in the fucking car for who the fuck knows how long. i'm like some prisoner. i just want to fucking come home. i am miserable. and more lonely than i ever have been. the midwest is terrible. there is no better place in the world than 58 wilbur rd, lincoln rhode island. i've been all around the world, and that is where i call home, and that is the only place i want to be. everyone is talking in their sleep and it's really scaring me. i need to go home. but it just can't happen. i have absolutely no choice. i'm through trying to make the best out of this bullshit. i know i should be enjoying this, i know that people would die to experience this, but not me. i'm here doing it, and i'm trying to love it, and i can't. i'm sick of everyone telling me that i'm fucking ungrateful. fuck you.

fuck car rides. fuck camping. fuck shitty motels. fuck the united states. give me lincoln now. i want my home. i want my friends. i want my life back.