Saturday, May 30
Home. The word has lost all meaning for me this year. I used to call ness lake my second home. sometimes i would just call it home when I hardly was around my first, and now school. here I feel as if I am home after my trip. but now again I must leave home to go home. this is what I hate. I need to figure out a way to pause part of life while I go out and live my others parts so that when I return to them I can pick up exactly where I left off and not come back to chaos and everybody changed and doing different things, how am I supposed to feel at home in an atmosphere I hardly recognize. I dont even now what to do with myself.