It's been 3 days home. And I really really don't want to go back.
Especially that I'm staying the weekend. And midterms.
Everytime I go home I never want to go back. I find no home in Hamilton.
Isn't that depressing?
Nothing I love is there.
Family, friends, dream....
I guess it's sort of the path to the destination.
And I know it should all be about the journey
But what if the journey sucks? lol
I find happiness there sometimes because I force myself to. I find happiness in the little things, and that gets me through the week (be it a nice meal, a nice chat with a friend or nice weather, or even a nice class).
Then I come back and I realize how much more happy I can be....
:(
And it makes me all sad. What am I doing?
Oh Tracy To
How much more time do you need?
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