So many little things bug me to the point where I can’t even think of bringing them up without them causing a bigger deal than I feel them to be. You know, like a nagging sound that won’t stop and all you want to do is to figure out how to get the sound to stop. All I want is for the things to stop bugging me. There’s no big deal to it, but it seems like others would take offence or see said things as a big deal. I just want the things to not bug me. That’s all.
/‘hir,āeth/
noun
a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
