my first second home

im at elizabeth's. becuase i'm going to start calling her that again. it feels weird that the people i spend my weekends with arent the same people i spend my weeks with. i love them both and when its the opposite time, i miss them both. i'm glad i have friends here again. and good ones, for that matter. i want to remember last night because of the stars, and the smell of pine trees and the hour of laying in off and on silence in the back of a car. we were such teenagers.