Not going home

I want to go Home.

I Hate being with these people,
I Hate having to fake my smiles every time,

I highly dislike their food,
I hate the fact that I sit across from my roomate,
and the fact that I can't understand what they are saying,


I hate having the responsibility to shop for groceries,
I hate living with people who cant take eating macaroni for days,
I hate living with people who make the ugliest food (and I have to eat it)
I hate having to think about what they like and making food for four.

Ah...

Why is it that I am stuck with roommates that I don't want to be with.
They know the stupidest/useless things (and I have to listen to them)

My mother knows my tastes perfectly,
It is not only the amazing food,
She always makes plenty of food too (enough to where your actually full)
I miss talking to my mother while she is cooking,
I miss watching my mother fall asleep while trying to watch a movie,
I miss the little candies that my mother brings me from work,
She always does think about me when someone gives her candy.

I miss having my father around,
How I can always just jump on him when he gets home,
I miss when my father talks to me about random things,
I miss the way my father always acts so calm.

I miss having my brother's around,
How we can always mess around,
How I enjoy being with them even if we are doing nothing,
How my little brother can say the funniest things (even though hes only 12)
How my other brother can find the funniest videos
How we can all laugh and joke about prostitutes and fat girls.


Ahh how I miss having fun,
Ahh how I miss enjoying my days,
Ahh how I miss the time spent at home...

Now all I have is frustration
and the knowledge that no matter how much I complain...
I am still stuck here,
Away from home.