being emotional and shit because thinking about how i don’t feel at home or really happy anywhere

i don’t have real true be with you forever friends

my family is so screwed up

i’ve never been in love

the happiest i’ve felt in months was standing in the middle of a thousand strangers listening to passion pit and getting covered in glitter and beer

leaving chicago and coming back home didn’t feel like coming HOME it felt like coming back to the place where my bed is i mean it wasn’t that hey this is my home where everyone i love is this is great

it just makes me sad

and i pretend to be all grossed out by love and stuff but it sort of depresses me i’ve never really felt anything but i want to have sex with you or i appreciate you as a person but i don’t love you for a guy

i really don’t know man