I hate leaving, he looks sad, gives me a kiss and than im off, a few things left behind

when i come home, its like i was never there, i go back to getting in trouble for stuff thats not my fault, and im always a little bummed out so things that wouldnt normally bother me do....


sometimes i come home and i just think wtf am i doing with my life, im behind the people i graduated with.... im not in school this semester because of medical bullshit.

just what am i doing, why does it all have to be so fracking hard, when is real life going to begin


god i can wait for real life, when i live with michael and we get married, have some children and are just grown ups together....


this time leaving was harder than normal, because i had no reason to come back