the concept of home is a strange one. i've found places to call a home and they're disappearing right in front of me. i'm finding new places i'd like to call home and still feeling a little lost and uncomfortable. i can't sleep here. i find myself pacing around my room every night trying to catch a hint of something familiar but i guess i don't have a tight enough grip on anything anymore. i feel like i have to force myself to be mature but i've never felt so young and naive.