Missing Home.

Injuries, whether it be emotional or physical make me miss home. Life hasn't been working out in my favor lately. I think I'm ready to come home. I miss driving and having access to my dentist. As pathetic as it sounds, I miss having my mother's support when someone gets mad at me. She always had the right things to say.

We were selling rootbeer floats today. As our group of RAs were walking around pushing a flatbed cart my job was to sit on it and scoop ice cream. The cart speeds up and then stops, someone landing Jeremy on top of me. I landed on a plastic crate holding the pop. My back hurts and I have a welt on my arm.

I lost my best friends yesterday. I'm not even sure if you can call them best friends if you can lose them. My life isn't just too busy for me, but for the others in my life. I don't seem to have time for anyone else, let alone me. When I look into the future I don't see myself at BSU next year, therefore I'm not sure why I'm here now. I am ready to leave and return to some place welcoming and calm... an old home I hope to make new.