Take this sinking ship and point it home

I often times bottle up all that I am thinking and feeling inside, but since coming to Seattle, I’ve made friends that I have no problem with setting aside time to just talk.  Talking has been one of my great discoveries here.  There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

Anyways, I’m ready for this quarter to be over.

After spending this Thanksgiving away from home, I realized how much I appreciated and missed home.  My being alone hasn’t hit me until today when I was shopping with Elizabeth and her mom.  I am all by myself.

I only have me to take care of and no one taking care of me.  Any form of compassion towards me as a child is almost strange.  I can’t even tell you all how much I truly appreciate the Muntean family for adopting me this weekend.  If it weren’t for them, I would’ve spent my Thanksgiving in a dorm room with Chen Wei.  I can’t help but be jealous of all my friends back home.  And now I realized that after winter break I won’t go home for SIX MONTHS.  From January to June.. unless I get a ticket home for spring break which I’m not sure if I can.

Being away from home hasn’t hit me until this weekend, but coming home will be the most exciting event in months.  Not because I’m home-sick but simply because it’s just been so long.  I’m ready to run into Anton’s furry arms.

I’ll be home for Christmas, Connecticut.

don’t wanna write this essay~*

It’s a widely known fact that people do an immense amount of thinking in college.  Having so many smart people and realizing we’re all seeking something, whether it be happiness or what have you, has turned out to be one of the most stressful things I’ve ever gone through.  Not only are you loaded with school work, you’re having this emotional struggle surrounded by people with emotional struggles.

This is fucking nuts.

dariamorgendorffering:

Until I was thirteen, I thought my name was ‘Shuttup’.

I MISS YOU.

ONE MORE MONTH.

LET’S DO THIS.