Trying to not waste my time. If only time moved when I wanted it to move. -___-
Home Sweet Home
I haven’t really realized what a home exactly was. During elementary school, middle school, and high school, my home was my house. It was always in the same spot, on the same street. It never moved. After school, I would unlock my house door, sit down, open my fridge, turn on the T.V., turn on my computer, and then start my afternoon. After school, I would always come home. It was my...