In our digital imaging (photoshop) class the final project is supposed to be about "HOME"
How am I supposed to do this project?
i honestly wish i was in that car. you guys wouldn't have to 'carry my weight' anymore. you wouldn't have to pick me up/ drop me off, nor pay for the food i eat, even though i also put my 2cents in. if i could find my own i'd be out of your way. i won't hold you back. actually you know what.. ONCE i find a new job and find a decent place i will be out of your way. tonight i'll give you a preview... don't wait up.
i really do hate raising my voice, but for some damn reason you natually make me do that. i haven't been that aggrivated since our "conversation" about my grad.
twitchings back ..
& the migraine
ifckinghtithr
if i was 19 i'd probably be at a bar right now.
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You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn't really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone. You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.
- garden state
ps. let's go to the bar when we are legal (y)
i think home to me is where i can kick back, rest my mind, take off my socks and just be.. but in that case i have a lot of homes. maybe i don't own all the keys to them but right now, that sounds like home to me.
july 27 2010 we're going to the bar baby
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