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Mar. 31st, 2005 07:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyIt's so weird that I spend so much time wanting to go home, when I'm miserable more often here than anywhere else. And I'm made to feel guilty because I allow myself to get upset. Because I'm undermining the family my mum's been trying to build all these years. How? By being nice? By being easy to bully?
I want to go home and I don't even know where that fucking is anymore.
I want to go home and I don't even know where that fucking is anymore.
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Date: 2005-03-31 10:15 am (UTC)Home is where the people who love you, who you love back, are.
So... my home is apparently someone's dorm room halfway across the USA. Kinda sucks.
Maybe your family's home isn't your home.
That's okay, though.
And in the meantime - well, you've got us. And most of us aren't so bad, really.
*more hugs, gives you tea*