I miss the idea of a lot of things. Every single day, something shifts from familiarity to unfamiliarity and all I can do is adapt to it. Sometimes people pull the rug from right under me and I'm sort of forced to just be okay with it. I'm a very happy person, and majority, not all the time, but majority of the time when something goes wrong, I can and is still able to recollect myself and pick myself up quickly. But at times, I wish there was someone else to pick me up. It gets tiring, ya'know? Always knowing the truth, always knowing what's going to happen, always realizing that I'm alone in all of this. I am and have always been known to isolate myself. I'm not anti-social, I'm just a homebody. I have never felt more like me when I'm at home. I've never felt so love and accepted all into one. I don't feel alone anymore. But when I walk out of that door, I'm all that I have. Although things change at home time to time, we're all in it together. Me, my sisters, my mom, my dad; even Chocolate Chip. Sometimes I get too comfortable with a certain place in my life, that I eventually grow attach and make it my home, when really, it's not home at all. I then pick up myself, my heart, my mind and move on from there and I just realize everything is just a chapter in my life. Even the people who are in it."It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist."
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