Please take me by the hand...
...I'm ready to go home now. Real life is calling for us, and I'm starting to get homesick. I didn't think it was possible to want to be anywhere but here, but I miss my house and my friends *coughNonicough.*
Ashton and I talked about building a house on this island a few days ago. It seems easier to me to just buy the one we've been staying in. The people who own it probably expected tourists to come after Survivor, but I don't think anyone has stayed in this place before. It's in perfect condition... or, at least, it was before we messed it up. So why not buy this house? We won't live here. It'll be for vacations and getaways. Hm... we don't even live together back in the states yet, and we're buying a vacation house. I think we got it all backwards.
I've been avoiding a few of my 'friends' lately. They know why. They should, anyway. It might have been a joke, but it hurt. It still hurts. Constantly being insulted does things to a person, even a strong one. And I feel as if it's changing the way I act. Now I want to hear good things... and I'm going to anyone who will say them. It's bad. I know it is. But... I don't know what else to do.