Number Nineteen.

I don't even know if I'm having a good time here. I'm trying to keep track of the good days versus the bad days. Then days like today confuse me. Mediocre days. Where it has good and bad elements. I suppose it comes down to how I feel going to sleep.
I've listened to loads of songs tonight that make me think of home.


I fucking miss my doggy! and my cat. Sarge isn't doing too well. I hope he's okay and if he does need relief I get to say goodbye. I love him too much. Lucy! I miss Lucy!

I miss my brother loadssssss, the trendy son-of-a-bitch. He might be going home soon, though. I hope he's doing okay.

Goooodddddd, I miss the little lady way too much. Fuckkkkk. :(

I haven't got pictures of my parents but I miss them a whole lot too. Gahhhh.
I miss cooking! I barely cook here.


I FUCKING MISS MY NANNIE!