Lana feels

It's wierd that the desire to go home only really hits me over little things. Sitting here trying to write my final papers, and I see an advertisement for the new Sims add-on that I got my sister for her birthday, and suddenly I want so very, very badly to be at home, sitting in that beat-up old gray chair, playing Sims. It doesn't happen when I think about my family, or my dog, or my friends. Sometimes when I think about Heather, but she's special. So I guess I want to go home. I'm tired of school. Tired of stress. Tired of being so tired all the time. Tired of waiting. I love these last days, and I'm having a wonderful, sad, happy, intense, always on the verge of either laughter or tears kind of time, and I'm almost ready to go.