I just realized I have separation anxiety.

not my boyfriend, girlfriend, wife, husband… it’s my mom.. my dad.. my home..

The way the dryer sheets always made my head hurt, the hot summer sun coming in my room every morning, my mom shutting my window so I wouldn’t burn up. Yelling mom and hearing her voice. 

I know I should be grateful she’s just a phone call, car ride away.. but it’s just hard.

I’m a babyyyyyy and to make matters worse I just saw CHERNOBYL DIARIES… FML

(Source: noobigdeall)

I need to sleep. I still have a lot of packing to do tomorrow. ugh.

I just.. don’t even know what to bring.. lol

clothes, my laptop, my xbox.. netflix, duh. stuff for school. modern warfare just in case I get bored. my bible and my book I’ve been reading.

calm down guurl you’ll be home in like five days. baha