driving home today. home? driving to my little cramped room in tennessee.
I love living on my own. I think.
I don't know exactly. I miss home.

I know that I always bite off more than i can chew. i know that I always say I am mature enough, ready enough, but yet again, i am doubting myself as to whether i am or not.
living by myself. I don't like it. my room is small and my nights are lonely.
I know it will be okay. its only for a little while but its enough to make me ready for college, if only that i will have a roommate and a purpose. I want my school life back. it seems so far away.
I know that I'm only missing atlanta because its not going to be here. but technically, this could be the last day that i am in this house. ever.
I will miss this house.

my family, i won't miss them, i'll see them anyhow. we'll all be together in Texas.
but this place, where i grew up, this home, I'll miss this.