I went home this weekend. Going home makes me weak and sad and totally fucked up. I had to hold in tears the entire drive home. I had to hold in tears today at work and came home and cried all over my tie and apron. I am so lame.
Am I going insane? Is it this hard for everyone? Is everyone sick of me? I know the answer to that one. Yes.
Ok so I am trying to work this out. I think I miss being taken care of. My mom takes care of me when I am at home. I am just a weak little girl who wishes that people would be nicer. Ok no. Lets be honest. I wish people would buy me lots of things and dinner and iphones and trips to new york and also fix my car.
So I am having a pity party.
Bottoms up.
But if your home was here, wouldnt you be a little sad to leave?
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