6 in the morn.

Sometimes I just don't want to come home. Sometimes I don't want to end the night feeling worn down, hurt and angry. Sometimes I don't want to look around and see not what I have but what I don't have any longer. Sometimes I just want to feel like I'm coming home to something. Something that will last longer then a week, a month... something stable. Sometimes I don't want to have that constant worry that everything I have in my life is just temporary. I don't want to wake up every morning thinking about where I'm going to go next. When the next move will be. Where I'll have to go then. Or how another friendship will wind down. Another place to add to the list of settings that will go unfamiliar because I'm no longer welcome there or that time has past by. Sometimes I get tired of living out of boxes and not really having anywhere to call home. Sometimes I get lonely. Or maybe lately I just feel lonely all the time because I'm waiting for everything I have now to pack up and leave.