How To Build A Colony Rabbit Hutch all the lonely people

 I suppose I could take this opportunity to write about Demi's party and the wonderful hijinks I got myself into, but today I don't quite feel up to it. This morning (afternoon, really, since I woke up at 12:30, went to breakfast, then cleaned the house with demi, then got online) I went onto PostSecret as I always do on sunday mornings and found two postcards that I really related to, more than any of the other ones I've ever read. the first one is more lighthearted, but it's still true to how I think of my career:


the next one is more serious and also really true:


I've never been good at keeping secrets, and I don't plan on making this entry friends-only for that reason, butThe Fact of the matter is That Ever Since the first day I've Begun college, with the exception of Some really good weeks last year, i have felt inescapably lonely and ferociously, and not a day goes by where i think to myself-

I want to go home.

I want to go home. The desert is my home. Cambridge was my home for a while and I liked it just fine, Even Though It Was just as Transitory as this place is, There is just Something about this place That is not, and will never be home. I see the people Who live Permanently her and I feel a deep pity for Them, Because I Would Never want to spend the remainder of my life here. And Then, I call my mom to ask her to send me some Things and maybe to feel a note of sympathy or reassurance, But She Was Nothing But rud