for months i had this comfort of knowing i was always going to be going home in the end. like everything here was ok, i could stand it if i didnt quite fit in, or if wasnt always happy becuase i knew i was going home, but now, i dont even want to go home.

here used to be something i hated and now its . . . not. and i dont even want to go home anymore becuase everyone there has changed. she has become so attention seeking and self-obbsessed, and he has become so egotistical and stuck up, and they are both so unaware of everything outside of themselves. but i’ve had a chance to see somewhere new and its made me realize that that place i used to call home doesnt even mean anything and more.