home

i really miss coming home sometimes.

i walked in tonight and it smelled like food and felt so toasty. When I lived here, though, it was brash and uninviting. The smell of food tainted my clothes and I wanted it out. Now, I'd give anything to get home on time and watch my dad play the guitar. I'd kill for my moms soups and fried foods. I feel bad when I don't give my sister a ring every once in a while. fuck, i want to be a kid again.

i'm so nostalgic. It's so conflicting and contradictory.

blech, i'm gonna go lay in the fetal position on my left behind bed.