Look how fast I type

Up at five, gone till six, only home to get ready to leave again, how do people live that way I have wondered until now, as I find that I'm figuring it out or something out, mainly that somehow I am really ok with not being there, and I am ok with being away, and I even forget sometimes that it may be wrong to feel you have to escape your own home, but then moving was always key, Earth to ChrisTinaland, no time for the reminiscence or psychology, repeat, we're off again, but I will say I feel a little abandoned and I love it and I hate it.