After some thought I have decided that I am moving back home. I'm headed back to what I know, back to my comfort zone, back to my safety net. I can't be on my own, alone and uneducated about life. I can't survive like I am.
The guy I moved for is not right for me, not right at all. I thought I loved him, but do I really? I can't love two guys at once and my heart belongs with Jake, after almost 4 years I still love him as much as the first day. I'm moving back home to be with him, to be with friends, and to regain myself.
I'm a better person back there than I am here. People have told me to stay here, to just give it a try, but I don't want to. I decided to move amidst a manic episode so I didn't use the best judgment initially anyway. I don't regret coming out here, it was nice, I learn some things, but I cannot wait to go home.