I’m really homesick.

I miss my Ebony, I miss my David, I miss Dorothy, I miss Caitlyn and Erica. 

I wish I could go to the wake for my friend.

I wish I was back home in MY bed, with my stuff, and not sleeping on these shitty beds. 

I wish my body wasn’t in constant pain since I got here.

I wish I could say goodbye to my friend, and I wish I could be with my friends who KNOW him and know how important he was to me. I wish I could cry on someone’s shoulders. 

I wish I wasn’t struggling with money. I have 2 dollars to my name. I wish I had more freedom to do stuff. 

I wish I wasn’t just too tired from work to go to Disney World on my days off.  

And I’ve only been here for two weeks. I mean, I like it a lot, but god, I’m tired, and not having any money, no support, and hardly anyone to talk to, is just driving me up the wall. 

I feel so alone, I’ve hardly made any friends outside of my roommates, and I haven’t even officially learned my job yet, haven’t even trained. and it’s getting really hot for me. 

I wanna go home, I miss my life there.