glare.

Sometimes you get home and you feel soooo happy and soooooooo sad and you just cry for a long long time. You feel like your heart has just been ripped out of your chest and that your soul is being torn in two. You feel like you belong somewhere else. But then you get released and you feel all better, like you belong here. And I do. I'm happy to be back. Fought the good fight. Endured to the endskis. Hare krishna hallelujah.