I miss my mom. I miss my town. My house. Having tons of food instead of having to plan mac & cheese 3 days a week. I hate that my boyfriend doesn’t come home until 11pm some days and I get to see him for 20 minutes before he has to go to bed.
I miss being in civilization. I miss having a house where everything worked. I miss friends, I miss having a job, I miss school. I miss not being so damned alone.
The only person I have to talk to right now is my dog. And the rejections for my book keep rolling in.
This is so much harder than I thought it would be.