Its so weird the more I think about the home I left after going to college the more realize that home is where all the memories are that I left behind. Memories that are good and bad. I remember the mistakes I made with a ex and I remember my first kiss with someone who I still can't believe made such a impact on me but I really missed my family. It just feels like a escape when I come home until I realize that every childhood memory I have I spent in this house. I feel like this house knows everything about me its shelter all my friends who have slept over. Its welcomed all the guys that came to meet my parents and visit me . It knows all my secrets and my dreams I just love this house and will never know why I told my mom that I hated it because I really don't. I just want to get out of it to prove that I dont need it but I do need my home every now and then. Its a big part of who I am and where I came from. So the words I Hate you wasn't my heart talking it was my head. I just felt really stressed in this house before I left it .Will continued later got a paper to write ahh.
No comments:
Post a Comment