today I have to drive home.
Actually...I feel sad about it....
It´s everytime the same....I love to be here. But I am always so happy to see her....but only for one weekend....
Sure when I am here, there are my friends and family.
But sometimes I need someone like her.
Because I´ve lost so many things. But it´s getting better I think.
Anyway I don´t understand some reactions of some people. Also to trust someone is getting harder.
But I try my best.
Anyway...something between me and others is different now. And I am sure, that it´s not only my fault.