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I'm surrounded by people here, but they're all phony, and don't really give a shit, and I enjoy making stuff up because it just shows how uninterested they all are in me when later they ask Laura about her trip to India.
I miss home, but I feel like home is just gonna be more boring, long, dragged on days. I want to feel like every day of my life is counting for something. And I don't want to just lie around and be nothing.
Maybe I should have done what my dad said. I hate when parents are right. I don't even want to go home anymore. Cause what I miss is an illusion.
