I hate goodbyes.
I wish I never had to live through them.
I hate when a change occurs, but only lasts for a couple of days and you're once again thrown into the bizarre scenarios you know as everyday.
Why can't you live a fantasy for more than a week?
Why does fate have to take it away so quickly?
Why couldn't I have held onto it a little longer?
I wish I had more time.
In two years, maybe it'll happen for me again.
Maybe even sooner.
Who knows.
If fate can take it away so quickly, who's to say it won't give me yet another opportunity?
If you actually knew what I was crying and feeling so depressed about, you'd laugh, so I wouldn't say it on here, but it's much more than it seems.
I grew so fucking attached that now I don't know what to do with myself.
This place does not feel like home.
I want to go back home, where I belong.