Lately has been pretty stressful. I feel like I haven’t had a true home in a long time… But when I say that I really just mean the physical place because I see the person that makes me feel at home everyday. I should be more thankful. I really should.

I guess right now I just feel frustrated because I want the freedom that having my own place would give me. I miss sleeping next to Daniel. I have such trouble when he isn’t next to me. I miss being able to dance around the house in my underwear and just feeling free to get up and do whatever I want in the house whenever I want. I want to paint and draw and spread my things all on the floor and spend the day pouring my mind onto paper and canvas and I can’t do that here. Don’t get me wrong… I REALLY do appreciate Daniel’s family letting me stay here, but it is hard being on your own for so long and then coming back to a parental situation. I don’t know. Bleh. Anyway… I know I don’t write on here a lot. I probably should. I feel the aggravation lifting as a write. Writing is so different than talking to someone, because that person can say what they think back to you (which is fantastic most of the time) but in this case I just want to get the feelings out.. not discuss them. Does that make sense? I think so…

P.S. I miss a lot of things.