I keep rearranging everything, cleaning, throwing things away. I'm just tired of seeing the same old shit. And I cry because it's home, and I cry because it's memories, and I cry because these things have a hold of me and have me pinned down to a place I no longer wanna be anymore. They say, "Home is where the heart is." Well my heart is out there, wandering around with you. They also say, "You'll never appreciate what you have until it's gone." I'm just terribly ungrateful and wanting more at the same time. It's a rather horrid place to be right now and I need to either change my attitude or change my circumstance.