three.

the friday where i was able to sleep in. late, into the morning. i loved this morning because i could move slow about my day. i was slow because i didn't sleep too well. my dreams that past few nights have been crazy. i hooked up with Seb last night, except we stopped before, typical to us i suppose. the bike ride to work was nice, that weather is beautiful. work was good, you could tell i was out of it and tired. my client didn't show, that upset me. london could tell… then i started to cry. its not because i don't like it here… just that i am missing so much at home. mainly harry is playing at chill peppers and i knew that they would be recording and hanging out, having a good time, being friends. i miss friends. i would've cried more, but it was solving nothing and honestly we both know that me being away from home is much better. its what is supposed to happen. "they" love you more when you leave. only twenty five more days until i can visit. i can't even believe that i get to go home. i love it there. this will never be home. it may be where i live for years, but not home. i just don't remember anything here. i want to be where i am safe and surrounded by friends. some. we'll see how i actually like it.  its going to be good. but for now i sleep… i need more than just sleep now.