“Not everyone gets the same version of me. One person might tell you I'm an amazing beautiful soul. Another person will say I'm a cold-hearted asshole. Believe them both, I act accordingly.”
Why does it take such a long time to get used to with this? I always remember home though knowing I wouldn't do anything if I was there
But it is just comfy thinking about how free I am being home having dinner with the whole members of the house
and watching the green grasses to grow with them... to pastures... I remembered how the moon shines one night on the sky it was so clear I could see the stars and mountain too standing up proudly like it used to be
and we were watching TV laughing how funny that parody is
oh how I miss home I realized I know it only when I'm about to leave But i just miss home... and I really am
