I want taco bell

I want to be home, I want to see my friends. I want to make 7-11 and mickey d's sweet tea runs.
I want to spend a ridiculous amount of time at morning star.


I kind of want to cry.

I just want to visit home. I don't want to fight everyday. I want to be able to joke around. I want to be able to crack  a joke and not have to explain it.

I want to be loud while rocking out in the car with my friends.

I want to get woken up at 9:30 by a call from Steve C. telling me, not asking me, that there's something on the other side of the state that we desperately need to check out.

I want to be not here.


I'm feeling homesick. well I always feel a bit homesick. Sometimes its worse than others.

I remember sitting at our table in the kitchen, our house mom had just made us a great meal, and I just sat there not engaging in conversation, just staring out the window crying silently.

It's been 4 months, but sometimes, I just feel so out of place, and invisible.

Sometimes when I stare at the mirror, I'm not making funny faces, I'm looking deep into my eyes, and asking myself the hell I was thinking.

I want taco bell