Home. I don't exactly feel like I really have one. Home is much different than a house. I have a house. The place where I live on a regular basis... but a home? I'm not sure.
Ever heard the phrase "Home is where the heart is"? Well, my heart is definitely not at my current living residence. I told a friend earlier: "I miss the people who believe in me."
I have lied to my parents. On multiple occasions. Why do I lie to them? It's not that I'm trying to avoid getting in trouble. I can deal with that. Honestly, I think I simply want to avoid conflict. I also want to prove myself. I have no chance to prove myself if I'm constantly being checked in on. Of course, it's a little ironic that I'm trying to prove myself by lying...
I don't think I'm probably making any real sense. At least, what I'm trying to really say isn't prolly getting across.
Aa, this isn't helping.
...signing out.
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