I am so home sick. I just got back literally less than three days ago and I was crying last night because I want to be home so bad. It doesn't help that my phone went missing and so now I'm without my lifeline to the world. My stomach hurts all day long. Why can't I just be home right now? Why am I even here? What the fuck's the purpose of being here when I spend all my time hating it so much?
I really really really really really really really really really really don't want to go to all four of my classes today but yesterday I was a real bitch and decided to skip the whole day so I've made a pact with myself that I will not miss another class for the rest of the semester. I'm really not looking forward to it. I'm just going to have to come to terms with the fact that in order to reach the goals I want in life I'm going to have to make some sacrifices. God knows I've made so many already. And while I'm on the subject of God have you ever wondered where he is when you really really really really really just need somebody there?!?!? Sometimes I really feel God with me and other times it just all goes to shit and I begin to question my very existence in this universe.
Whatever I'm off to class.
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I'm sorry you're homesick babe...I get that way to. A lot...but that's why everyone makes fun of me for going home.
And I'm on the same page with you about God...I wonder so much about why isn't with me when I need him the most.
Love you!
Trust me, I think everyone goes through phases where they wonder where God is. But you'll get through it and be a stronger person after the fact. :)
Alex, always remember this: Home is where the heart is. Which of course means my "home" is a glass jar full of formaldehyde in Dr. Momus Alexander Morgus's secret underground laboratory.
But seriously, being away from home is hard, no matter how old you are or how long you've been away. But it does get better. Trust me.
Awww thanks somuch everyone you have no idea how much it means to me!!!!!
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