January 2011
23 posts
“I talk out loud like you’re still...
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I’m supposed to be going home for the summer. Living in that house. Seeing my family. All I can ever think is, “Why the fuck am I going home?”
That house isn’t my house. That town isn’t my town. It’s weird when you feel more at home in your car than in the place where you grew up.
