He made sure to show I belonged to him.
And of course his trade mark,
was a bruise.

To be honest, I've never felt more alone
Sleeping on the floor every night isn't fun
Missing your company, not out of habit,
but out of the fact that I love being with you
I can't cry here, I'll be judged and have my feeling invalidated
I love this city but if home is where your heart is,
Then mine is two-thousand five-hundred-seventy-two miles East
I can't call you while I'm inside the house because I'll be chastised
I heard your voice for the first time in weeks
I sat in the parking lot and cried for an hour.
I'm tempted to buy a ticket home
I'm tempted to give up
I'm tempted but I can't,
I'm tempted but I'm scared.
At this rate, I'll end up dying in this city
At my own hand.

I should swallow my pride and ask to come home
But I'm terrified to choke on my self doubt.

I'm getting to the point where I'm only tired on public transportation
I'm restless at Paige's
I'm desperately looking for a job so I can get away from the "enlightened"
The way it's preached here it would give west burrow baptist a run for their money
My anxiety won't be cured by your zen.
Go **** yourself you hippie poser