February 2012
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January 2012
94 posts
“The hardest part of coming home again is when you realize you’re not the same person who left.”
—Brad Meltzer, The Lightning Saga
Every time I leave it feels like I pack my whole life up with me.
Into compressed suitcases, bursting at the seams.
It feels like all my emotions and memories are stuffed inside.
It’s a very conflicting feeling.
To miss a place you haven’t left yet.
To not want to leave a place you hate.
And once you’re gone you know, you won’t look back at all.
But now that you’re still here, it’s sad.