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Its pretty much depression.

My first thoughts, i miss my friends. Why cant i live there for ever. No worries. Always having fun.

Second thoughts, Am i an asshole for not wanting to come back and hang out with my friends here? I mean i love them to death too, but its two different worlds and I love both of them.

So, no im not an asshole. Im just divided. I dont know where i want to be in life.

First wish- i wish i could teleport....

Second wish- i wish we could all be together

Third wish- No worries, the only thing i want to worry about is if i should have pizza with bacon or should i have some Panda Express?

I am never bored when i am in Maine. I am never alone, i never feel lonely. I am never hungry. I am always full.
and when i come back home, its "snap! Back to reality..."