I’m Tired

I know in the grand scheme of my life I shouldn’t be complaining—but I’m going to. I am tired. I am tired of not being in my room, of not having my things; my clothes, books, music, pictures, food, shoes, bed, phone, computer and a million other things. I miss my shower and my coffee maker and my daily does of GH and the little hall I walk every morning on my way to the shower.

I am tired of my managers telling one move in date and then being wrong but only after I get all excited about coming back and then finding that I can’t. I am mad about how I will have to redo EVERY aspect of my room which took me about 7 years to get the way I wanted.

And I am tired of feeling bad about being this selfish but it is my home and I miss it.