Home @ 12.

Man I miss being home. The way my screen is layed out, the way, It’s Just So Home-y.

And, since the fridge is now out of my room, it feels like a room. Instead of a bad…apartment? I don’t know, it’s part of a bigger organism now. Not it’s own province.

It’s still sucky.

But we shant look back to where we came from. (It’s a lot easier, for me, to type on this keyboard. Home. Room. Organism.)

I’m changing my life, actually this time.

You like it? I like it. It’s weird.

It’s tiring.