MAKE ROOM

I have officially broken my heart into a hundred little pieces.
One piece rests on my empty room's window pane at my parents' house. Another lays in his front seat where he kissed me and told me he wanted me to stay. Another is stuffed in between the couch cushions belonging to that boy whose arms I shouldn't have been in. One is hanging from my rear-view, where I've watched so many things slowly get smaller, and one is nestled tightly in the box of my favorite pictures.
I miss everyone and everything about Augusta so much right now it's tearing a hole in my very soul. Charleston is an amazing city with so much to offer me and so many opportunities to grab and run with. I love my toy store job, surprise surprise, and I'm actually wanted and excelling there. The bar/party scene is what it is... the bar/party scene. It was better than Augusta's for a long time, but now I miss the familiarity of running into old friends at Country Club or Soul. I miss the way the streets smelled after it rained, and the wind in my hair while I cruised the familiar streets. I miss my friends and doing the same things with them every weekend. I miss having the option to go home and not do a damn thing and not having to feel like I owe anyone my company when I'm exhausted from working a thirteen hour day. I miss not crying all. the. time.
I'm ready to visit my family. It's beyond high-time.