I can't believe that I'm half way through my first semester. I'm really enjoying Chattanooga, but I can't help but think that there may be somewhere better out there for me.
Somewhere that I can really call home. Somewhere where people actually know my name and love me, for me. Somewhere where I can't be bothered by silly people with silly wants and wishes. Somewhere where I can breathe and think for myself and get to know who I am really am.
This is my dream: To be accepted in a place where I can live freely.
It's simple. It's not creative. And yet, everywhere I go and everyone I meet, nowhere seems like home, no one a true friend.
I'm trapped in this bubble where the whole world is busy around me with excitement and joy and feelings I am only familiar with during short periods of time. The whole world seems to know what they want and where they are going. And I am just bouncing around in my little bubble. Nothing coming in. Nothing going out. Just wandering and waiting for where I'm suppose to go next.
Atleast I've still got him...