HOMELESS
I am adrift. I have no home. Where do I belong? Where will I end up? What am I doing here now? Will I ever have a place to call home and really feel that it is home?
I returned to Humboldt this weekend, and while it was fun and good, there was just something missing. There is something sad about going back "home" to a place I no longer think of as home. It's just kinda this place I lived where I know a bunch of people who know me and a bit of my past. I think I'm homeless. Good thing I bought those hobo gloves.
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Mi casa es su Casa. My parents already sorta adopted you, and I bet you'll get free orange juice.
this place? Hobo gloves don't belong here. Don't get too cold though. see you around.
can you tell me what it feels like to know you may die in the next 4 seconds? I think it's the worst feeling in the world.
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