Home Hell Home Part Deux

Again back in my parents. And I was doing SOOOO good by myself. I LOVED doing only my laundry, only my dishes, cleaning the floors when it needed it, and not every damn day. I loved picking things up and putting them where they were, because they were mine and I knew where they went. I loved my apartment because I didn't have too much junk lying around, therefore it was always neat.

It's quite the opposite here.

I am fucking...

It's four in the am, just got home from a long assed plane ride which I so do not enjoy.
Only had ten dollars cash so I could only buy two drinks plus made a mistake in buying a club cd, random house techno, no singing at all.
I shed a tear when I left my second home. It was a place of no worries, just fun, and goofing around. A dog that we played with endlessly and never got bored with little Gizmo around.
The minute I get home, I freeze my arse off. My car dies. And I'm...