there's no place like home

I have no idea why I stayed here. I could have gone home and slept on my own bed. Instead I'm getting high every night and falling asleep on the couch. I try to work during the day, but instead I'm get distracted by the random people that flow in and out of this apartment. Oh, and to make matters worse, my girlfriend of five years and I just broke up. Over Snapchat. And she's my only source of entertainment when I look away from my laptop screen.

Tinder is a shitshow right now, but at least a few people's wild stories can keep a conversation going for a few hours. I really wish I went home.