I need a can of gas says the tv
my sleeves are so itchy, and i feel bored and happy. Sitting in my room after three months of living in the siberia of san francisco makes home feel strange, and sorta of meningless. There is nothing for me to do here. My parents are at work, my brother at school, and i'm sitting in my room watching t.v. and not really sure if i should be working on homework or calling someone, making plans for later this week. The home of my memories was me stretching thin, trying to find time to do all my school work, while handling a job, seeing friends almost every night, hanging out w/ my cousins, and doing a bajillion activities. It feels tho, that i came back to find my old life has abandoned me, everyone is just as busy as before, my parents with hundreds of things to do, my friends still as school, my cousins with families of their own, and me sorta confused as to where i had fit in to this whole mess. Not that I didn't expect for life to go on with out me around, or for everyone to stop and take notice of me, but I guess I just thought that when I came home I'd feel like it was home, not like an outsider looking in.