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my first two years at college, my dorm was not home, and neither was my home in my hometown. i had been so alienated by my family that i had no where to call home. it was rough. i called people's beds home (not sexually, just for security and finding peace in a pair of warm arms) and it was rough.
now, i have my own apartment with a great pair of roomies, and this is my home. my next apt with my closest friend (and roomie) will be home also. its where i can rest, dance half naked, and not fear scrutiny.
i lost my home really around my freshmen year of high school. my step mom and i dont get along well with her so it came down to coming home after school and hiding in my room all night. it sucked,but my freshmen year i couldnt do that so i felt incredibly lost and it was rough. even going home for holidays it usually took no more than an hour to piss her off and i spent the rest of the nights hiding. im through with that.
i have somewhere that is mine now.
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