First Post?

I'm not sure I know what exactly a first post consists of.
I suppose the only things on my mind on another dreary weekend morning in buffalo is that I really wish I were home. I wish I could recieve the hugs of people I care about and those that I dont think are assholes without them asking why I needed one.

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In the city, every building and every streetcorner is sad with you. Even then, it doesnt feel so bad.
Here, every item on my desk, on my bed only makes me feel more lonely than ever.