today i decided to come home because i've been really not okay lately and i thought maybe coming home a day early would make me feel better.
here i am, lying in bed, trying to find episodes of sex and the city online wondering why i came home early.
i feel like every time i'm at school i just want the comforts of home.
however, every time i come home i'm happy for an hour and then i'm ready to book it back to the city.
i've realized the only time i like being home is when i'm home alone.
i love being home or running errands around franklin by myself, but once my family or other people are involved i get restless and agitated.
i really just need to find someplace that's comfortable again.
i need to find someplace that felt like 53 Adams Street used to.
i want to move away.