I really just miss my house and my room :( I don’t feel as at home as did at well….home. I’m glad to be where I am, but I miss my home. I miss my room more than anything. It was my plaxe, my space, my sanctuary. I have my room here, but its not the same. My mom isn’t right downstairs and I don’t have my dog. And I don’t have all my stuff where it was in my room. I don’t have the same feeling. I don’t have space. My stuff isnt where I put it. I can’t dance around my room like I could at home. I can’t do anything I could there. This isn’t home. Ugh. I just fucking miss being at home. In my own room.
Two months into our relationship you once asked me how much I loved you and I just said “From here”. You didn’t get it and you got mad and thought I was playing around.
Breaking up after almost two years together, I sent you a message 6 months later saying “To Here”.
You still didn’t get it.
this hit me hard
Remember when they used to say that gay marriage ruins the sanctity of the institution?