Never Stop Dreaming


I hate using this word out of the context of the disease, because I don’t have it and I don’t pretend to, but gah I just feel so depressed these past few days. I miss my family, and my friends, and my dogs, and my home, and everything. I feel fairly happy during the day, and if not I focus on something else, but I can’t get comfortable at all yet, besides just making myself not focus on how upset I am. But it’s my third night here and at night I can’t help but let the homesickness and depressed feelings come because I’m just lying in bed waiting for sleep.

It’s really hard, especially when I think about how I’ll be here until October or November.

I want to be home.