Stupid title. Because it feels incomplete without a title but I'm too ornery to come up with one.

I want to go home. I miss everything so much. I'm not good at being here; all I do is miss my friends and my old life. I miss it at work and when I'm out with friends here and when I'm doing homework, and now, for the first time in my life, my thoughts influence my dreams, because I dream I'm home a lot, or about to go home.
It's no way to live.