Month old ventings
I found this in my journal last night:
“I miss you, I miss how happy I was with you. I’m trying to be happy-but it’s so damn hard here, without you.
I feel like I can’t be myself here-and this is supposed to be “home” but it really doesn’t feel like it anymore…
I want to come back home.”
So this may have been suring my dark and depressed stage of being back in the country, and things have definately picked up-to the point where reading throught this entry and others which are slightly too miserable and depressing to post kind of scre me. I do miss you, I do want to come back home-but in almost no time at all things will be better than ever, and we’ll be making a new home :D
