there's a hole in my stomach

i don't want to be here anymore.

i've always got this hollow feeling in my stomach and i'm constantly on the verge of tears for no reason.

i don't know what's wrong.

all i want is to sleep forever in andrew's bed in roxbury.

or even his bed in byfield.

i miss sleeping in andrew's bed until 2 in the afternoon and being woken up by him sitting on the edge of the bed wrapped in a towel after showering because he smelled so bad from biking.

i miss home too.

even though i just came back from it.

i want to go home for the night again.