prettyb0y

This time, next week, I'll be back from home. It's always strange coming back. It's nice to be back, but I'm homesick so much. I miss my loving family (Oh, the things they've had to put up with), the trees, the air, the zoo of animals. Nature. Home. It's probably my imagination, but even the nights seem less horror filled.

At least, this time, I'll see a lot of family, that I usually don't have time to see. I have a large extended family. I remember at one hearing, when they moved on to the next case and my lawyer and I left, half the court room got up and left with us; including the assistant DA and a court official (cousins). That's one thing I can say, that I never not appreciated. My family rocks. So does my home.

So why am I still here? Especially now, with so little here for me. Hmmm?

Love you all.