Sometimes I Just Want To Pack My Bags And Go Back Home
I miss being understood. I miss being accepted. I miss being loved. rawpixel.com I want to pretend like leaving wasnt a mistake. Sometimes I wonder if running away really saved me or if itkilledme. Because ever since I left, I havent been myself. I miss my best friends. I miss being around people Ive known since I was five. People who want to spend time with me because they genuinely like me not because its convenient for them....