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I have to go home. I have to go home. I have to go home. I have to go home. I have to go home. I have to go home….
And god damnit, I ******** want too. The only reason I “HAVE” to go is because I ******** want to be there, I don’t want to be here anymore. It’s not the other way around. I don’t have to go home, but want to stay here, I want to go home, and I have to stay here. I’m just so unbalanced right now, that I am so easily turned around. But you know what? Ever since I left, the only thing I’ve really truly wanted to do, was go back. I didn’t see it then, but I do now. My entire life, everything seems to be like a puzzle. Usually, my piece fits in to the configuration, but the colors are wrong. And here, here my colors are all right, every picture is completed, but my piece doesn’t fit. The thing that I’ve been searching for for so long was right behind me, or maybe it’s in front of me. And I know that it wasn’t perfect, people where mean sometimes, not everyone liked me, but at least I felt like I was part of the picture there. We were all just screwy puzzle pieces that didn’t go anywhere, like the ones you find under a coach. But when you put us together, we made a picture. Yeah, the picture was a bit disfigured and disproportionate, but it was still a picture and it was ours. Sometimes we had to force our pieces together, but they always fit in the end. We need each other. Well at least I need them, I don’t know if they want me back or not, but I can’t just stay here anymore. I want to be part of a picture, our picture. And nothing you can say will convince me otherwise, because you have no ******** idea. I just want to go home… and somehow, someway, I will get there.