It's funny going back "home." And I do use that word loosely. Anyways, after months of trying to find your own way, discover yourself, earn good grades, and develop yourself as a social being, it can be frustrating to return home. You find that the people you once hung out with are just...childish. Nerf guns are for junior high kids. (Okay, that's a lie, but shooting innocent bystanders in the face, repeatedly, is childish.). People you thought you could trust, and bare your soul to, are suddenly revealed to be immature and untrustworthy. Those you thought you could invest your time and care in, throw it back in your face. You might have stopped earlier, if you knew.
Meh. I'm pretending to be happy right now. I shall return...maybe. Always a maybe.
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