I do not want to go home.

I’ve been at my grandfathers most of the week. I’d rather sleep on his couch then have to go home. Something about my house just doesn’t feel like .. home. Ya know? It’s just wrong. I shouldn’t be there, I never want to be there. It’s awful when your home is your least favorite place to be..
Anywho yeah. I had this big great intelligent speech thought out to post but I can’t focus long enough to get it typed out.
I’m going to lay down now.

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~ by lizzardspit on April 14, 2012.

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