Home

I feel as if everyone hits a point in their life when "home" really doesn't feel like home anymore.

I feel like that's starting to happen. Being home isn't the same as it was, of course. I'm in college and I'm away most of the time. I know I'm not in high school, and that things change and you lose touch with people you used to hang out with every weekend. But last semester I came home every weekend; I even came home last weekend. But tonight, as I sit in my room by myself, I can't help but feel like theres not a whole not for me here anymore, it doesn't quite feel right. I mean of course I have my family, my pup, and Omar but other than that... Whenever I'm here the only person who really cares to see me is my boyfriend (Omar). Sure I have friends but not many that would ever text me and ask if I was in town or if I wanted to hang out. So, if I'm not with Omar, I'm alone. 

Sometimes alone is okay, it really is. But being here, I feel like I shouldn't be, like I should be with friends I don't see everyday. Though, those friends don't always take an interest, and I don't always put a huge amount of effort in either, but let's face it: it's always been this way. I've always been that way.

It's been one of those nights here in my little room. Throughout the week I yearn so much to be home because my dorm doesn't really feel like home. But coming home is starting to not feel like it either. And that, is something really scary. 

xo, Coop.

(Images taken by me.)