I feel like crap. I always say that I want to go home. I do not even know where home is anymore. Do I want to go home to my cramped and stinky dorm? Do I want to go home in the province where my mom will bombard me with stories of other people’s problems? I dunno. Right now, home is where peace is. On the other hand, Ate Karen’s condo kind of feels like where I want to be right now. I do not know where to go. Maybe some place where I can cry without being judged.. I feel like crying right now and I am not exactly sure why. My hair looks bad, I have a ginormous pimple on my left cheek, I feel bloated, I gained weight, and I want to go home! Bad hair day. I want to buy books. I want to go shopping. I want to exercise because I read in an internet article that exercise helps the body secrete these hormones which make you feel less sad. I wanna perspire my sadness out of me. L
I want to go home. Badly. I think my eyes hurt. I want to go home!!!
