I have heartburn. I hate this. I hate my stomach!
(And I guess what it all comes down to is: "I want to go home." I left my home that fateful wednesday in Spring, now seven years ago, and when I came back three days later it wasn't home anymore, and I still can't seem to find it again.
Why does it all keep coming back to that?)
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No, seriously, I've felt homeless ever since I moved out of my mom's house to live with my dad. I then had to move back into that house, but it never felt like home again. And then we moved into the current house, and then I went to college, and I change rooms so much. So I too seek a place outside of my normal sphere, so I am not in a place I feel like should be home but isn't.
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You come to NYC and be MY roomie! :D