Frankly.

One second I am wonderful, the next I am slipping. I have been having a really great semester and staying positive for the most part, but times like now, I want to sleep and dream, and not think of anything but dreams and sleep. I just need to escape.

I miss my family. I miss my best friends. I miss my house. I miss having someone.

I have been drowned in stressful routine. Of cleaning, of working, of cleaning more. Of holding back, and worrying, and beating myself up over little things. Of schoolwork, and of trying to please everyone. Of wondering what people think of the efforts I am putting forth. Of putting in so much, and in return, receiving what seems to be so little.

When you slip, you don’t care what you have. You care what you’ve lost, and what’s missing from your life. Never mind that I am surrounded by fortune and benevolence — that’s all wonderful, but right now I feel incomplete. 

I just need…a hug.