Thursday, September 4, 2008
♥ You're Not Me
Home.
What the hell is that? Is it some kind of absurd term people use nowadays to say where they eat, sleep, and shit?
C'mon people.
I think I'm homeless.
I wanna go back to where I lived most of my life, aka my childhood. I wanna go back to where my parents live. But hell, I'm not into the whole "them telling me what to do for the rest of my life" thing. It would be nice to get free meals, free bed, free laundry, but.. I'd go insane after awhile. Them telling me what boyfriends I can have, what kind of FRIENDS I can have, the amount of time to play games..
It gets a little old.
But here, does it really seem like home?
I miss things. I miss my friends back at home. Ha. Us and our inside jokes, like SILC and other code names. Us and our Rock Band, playing until our fingers and hands hurt. It's not home here. There's only Guitar Hero here.
It's a bit dull here, too.
I finally gave into the temptation to buy posters in a futile attempt to make it look more like home. I haven't but them up yet, but I will sometime.
There's my horse. Yeah, yeah, don't give me that "She's just an animal" or "she's a dumb horse" talk. I'll punch your face in if you gimme that crap. I miss her. I trained her for years so now she's well broke and I can give her the order to go as fast as she pleases and not be thrown off.
There's an empty void in my chest. I feel like it's hollowing out like the anime Bleach. Like I need souls or something to fill it up, and then get hungry again and eat some more.
I'm SOOO treating myself to ice cream tomorrow. I deserve it. Another week that I survived.
Sheesh, two weeks after being dumped here and I'm already howling like a wolf to go home. No one sees it, though.
I hide it and release it here.
Yeah, angst post. But deal with it. I feel a bit better now.
What the hell is that? Is it some kind of absurd term people use nowadays to say where they eat, sleep, and shit?
C'mon people.
I think I'm homeless.
I wanna go back to where I lived most of my life, aka my childhood. I wanna go back to where my parents live. But hell, I'm not into the whole "them telling me what to do for the rest of my life" thing. It would be nice to get free meals, free bed, free laundry, but.. I'd go insane after awhile. Them telling me what boyfriends I can have, what kind of FRIENDS I can have, the amount of time to play games..
It gets a little old.
But here, does it really seem like home?
I miss things. I miss my friends back at home. Ha. Us and our inside jokes, like SILC and other code names. Us and our Rock Band, playing until our fingers and hands hurt. It's not home here. There's only Guitar Hero here.
It's a bit dull here, too.
I finally gave into the temptation to buy posters in a futile attempt to make it look more like home. I haven't but them up yet, but I will sometime.
There's my horse. Yeah, yeah, don't give me that "She's just an animal" or "she's a dumb horse" talk. I'll punch your face in if you gimme that crap. I miss her. I trained her for years so now she's well broke and I can give her the order to go as fast as she pleases and not be thrown off.
There's an empty void in my chest. I feel like it's hollowing out like the anime Bleach. Like I need souls or something to fill it up, and then get hungry again and eat some more.
I'm SOOO treating myself to ice cream tomorrow. I deserve it. Another week that I survived.
Sheesh, two weeks after being dumped here and I'm already howling like a wolf to go home. No one sees it, though.
I hide it and release it here.
Yeah, angst post. But deal with it. I feel a bit better now.
♥ My
doll smiled.
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