I haven't written anything in a while, so let's see how this turns out...
I never realized how much I missed the Philadelphia skyline until I wasn't able to see it at my own free-will. What I would give to trade my apartment up here in the mountains in for a nice, cozy little apartment in the heart of the city. This semester, I miss it more than ever. I used to call this place my "second home". Now, it just seems like the home that I never want to return to. Okay, it's not that bad, just lonely. I've never been so busy in my entire life, and it's taking it's toll. I'm physically and emotionally drained at this point, and the last resort I have is to write it all down before I have a total breakdown.
I've been thinking a lot the past couple of weeks, and I think I'm starting to take this thing called "life" by the hand and telling it "I've got it from here." I'm finally coming to terms with who my real friends are and who are only there because they need something from me. That's a lot of people. I give way too much of myself and my heart away for the benefit of others, that I don't have any left for myself and the one who really deserves it. I may have found him, I may have let him go. Either way, I'm working on repairing it, back to its pristine condition, so that the next person I give it to won't have any baggage to deal with - no wall that they feel they have to break down.
