Hearth Minus the 'h'

It's been apparent to me that people do not change. For the better or for the worse, they are who they have always been. Wither they remain that old reliable friend or that person who you could see yourself with but you know halfheartedly that you couldn't do that to them, if that makes sense. Plagued with knowing people too well, I find myself drifting away from those who might actually care about me and into the arms of the unknown. I don't know where I'm going or where I want to be. I just know where I want to be night after night, regardless of how my day went, beyond where I must be in the morning. I just would like to be home.