It's funny, but I feel unneeded.

It's as if they don't really care what I do, really. I guess that's what you get for growing up.

You begin to make your own decisions.
But I crave the times when they were excited for me to come home, they wanted me in the house, they missed me when I wasn't there, they told me that. They wanted me to listen to records with them and watch Walk The Line and Across the Universe every winter.

They made my room look like home before I returned.

I don't feel safe anymore. It's like I do have a place to go, but is it really the same as it used to be?

tres confused. i thought i'd be comforted with that phone call, but i feel more confused than i was before i dialled the number.

i feel like ringing again.