I wish I were from another place. I'm doing way better by myself than I am now...It's just because I've never been homesick, and I can't stand being in the same place for too long, and especially if that place does not appeal to me.

I don't like it here, and I mean, I want to live by myself, so I can handle the matter my way, and not how I am told to. I hate rules, especially those which are absurd and very old-school (which is a term I prefer to use because is classier that the word I would want to use).

They say "Home is where the heart is"...Oh well, I really know where my heart is although it wanders and I never have it with me. It's a free heart and that's how it should remain. Just that this routine is slowly but surely killing it's free spirit.

But, the only thing I truly, truly believe in is that every time I feel like falling apart, a new part of me is born, a stronger one and most important, a wiser one.