And that's the problem. I'm not sure where home is anymore.
It's certainly not my house.
But then it might be. My bedroom is home, sometimes.
It could be school, I suppose. But I don't think so.
It doesn't feel right.
I'm cold. I'm always cold. I wake up cold and I go to sleep cold and I don't know what that has to do with anything but Jesus Christ-- I'm not even religious (I have more belief in fictional characters than I have in any deity. Another thing for my parents to disagree with)--I just want to go home.
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Random stuff
RandomRants, random stuff... idk, I might use this as a sort of blog (although you should check out my Tumblr, the link's on my profile) and just to update you guys about anything I have planned. :)
