


i miss nyc. ive spent the last 10 months in boston feeling apathetic and wondering why i couldnt miss it the way i was supposed to. i do now. i miss my friends. i miss getting drunk at my favorite bars. i miss kissing the wrong boys. i miss the corner of lorimer and metroplitan. and i miss who i am when im surrounded by so much noise. i need that noise. its my companionship. it is to me what hugs are to children and people who can be affectionate with out pain. i miss taxis. i miss the stupid/crazy/amazing situations that we always end up getting into. i miss laughing. i dont think ive really laughed in a good long while. nothing entertains me. nothing feels like anything cause im so used to it feeling like so much. im waiting for a reason for this all to make sense to me. this being away. ill let tomorrow happen. and even the next day. but tonight all i feel is. i want to come home.