I am ready
...to go home. Currently I am taking a break from pacing my room because I want to pack so badly but I still need to get a box and I need to pack the box before my suitcases; oh god I really just want my things all boxed up and waiting for me to say when. I want to sell all my school books. I want to donate the bag of stuff I don't want to bring with me. I want to take my cupcake poster thing off the wall. I'm just itching to do all of these things and have my life packed away. I know being home won't be wonderful. I know my family is the same as always and I think only I have changed. Maybe I'm the same too. I am definitely going to miss my best Rhode Island friend who really gets the bipolar and who likes all the same things as I do. And I'll miss going downtown and fucking around. But thinking about driving actually makes me smile. I want to go to the few places that I like in Orlando and I really can't wait to see the few people that I like in Orlando (there are three that do not live in my house, more if you count the Marshall parents and animals, too). Oh I also want to abandon all of the things I am not taking with me or doing anything with.


This is what I look like on a rock in the snow.