It's been exactly a year this week since I left home for university.
It's been quite honestly... the worst year of my life.
If I could turn back the clock, and never have left in the first place... I would.
I left so much of my perfect life behind.
I left you behind.
I've never cried so much in my entire life as I have this past year... and it's still not getting much better.
However, I have hope that one day it will.
It's because of this hope that I don't pack up my bags right this second, and run home begging you to love me again.
I miss you.
I miss home.
I miss my old life.
I have three years left before I obtain my Masters Degree.
Let's hope my broken heart heals before then.
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