  its always weird coming home and realizing that the world didn't stop just because i was away. everyone's lives moved on while i was in a different state, and i just missed peices of it. which sucks. once again my entire world has become one huge chaotic mess-- we are going too many places in too short of time but thats how it goes. my room is a mess(more than usual) and i'm living out of a suitcase practically. sometimes i wish for normalcy... but later i am always glad that wishes don't really come true. i like my life i do. sometimes it just wears me out. 
