majortomias

Well being back at home for the first time in a few weeks just makes me realize how much I like being out on my own. I'm on the road to finding myself and somehow coming back home to my parents always seems to set me back a step. I hate when parents want yo uto be just like them. its like this house is a type of prison for me... its hard to explain. Oh well back to richmond tomorrow, its interesting that my dorm room seems like my real home.

"Welcome to the grey streets and the broken homes. Some call it slums some call it nice. I want to take you to a wasteland I like to call my home. Welcome to paradise."-green day
(ok richmond isn't REALLY a slum like that)