eight january
ten : twenty p.m.

i'm back.

it's as bad as i thought, though i'm not as bad as i was last night. couldn't stop crying.

conclusions : my hometown is very far from the best place i've ever been, but it holds a lot of the things i love that college can't provide.

i want fireplaces and friends and subways and traffic lights, and this place only offers acquaintences and stop signs.

music : the faint
literature : verses that hurt; sailing alone around the room by billy collins
fixation : poetry; decorating