I sat with Brandon the other day and cried. I keep expecting to go home, or forgetting that I’m not, or thinking that I am. I come to this apartment and I feel like eleven year old Harry, “I’m not going home… not really” I miss my house and the surroundings I’m so used to. I’m afraid that was the setting of the absolute best times of my life, and it will never be there for me again. It’s not even like a place I can go back and visit… I just want to return to my bedroom, and stop having to correct myself when I refer to the creek as mine, or in my backyard… I want my life back o.O Ten years I was there, seeing as I’m sixteen I really didn’t spend a whole lot of my time anywhere else.
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