Isn't it? I mean, going home for so long? I don't exist there anymore. My life is here. Don't get me wrong, I love my family and friends... but its just inbetween space now. Filling time between the constant bustle and stimulation of Vassar. I accomplish nothing there. And my friends...I mean, they all have seperate lives. We all have seperate lives...and to be honest, they don't really fit anymore (excluding the significants of course)... and I mean, isn't it sorta a waste of time? I can't meet new people. Now THAT is p o i n t l e s s. Not gonna forget that anytime soon. making friends only to have to perpetually say goodbye just makes life hard.

but i suppose i should really thank e actually. I think when I had feelings for him I wanted to go home. To be home...even if I only saw him for like, a day out of a week of nothingness. Now I want to be here all the time. I'm so truly happy here and im not sure i really comprehended that until recently. vassar is so freakin wonderful. I think thats good to know.