Back in September, when I started college I thought that there wasn't anything better than my home town in Jersey. I couldn't wait to go back home on the weekends. It's like I needed to be home or things just wouldn't feel right. And for the first semester this is what I would do every single weekend, and it felt good doing it too.
But now I barely go home on the weekends. I don't know what had happened. I always used to hang out with my friends when I would go home, but now I haven't seen them for about a month and a half. Even for Easter break, when I went, I didn't hang out with them at all. I don't know what happened really but I'm not really complaining. I'm not complaining because I don't feel a sense of loneliness or anything like that. I mean, I miss the guys but at the same time I don't. If one of my good friends were to read this they would get upset but hey, that's life.
You can say that I abanded them, but in actuality I didn't. I don't what I did, but there is always summer to hang, right? Hopefully things change and if it doesn't, it just doesn't. You have to live life one step at a time.
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