I wanna go home

Bruh I can't even eat my breakfast. This oatmeal, which has actual apples and dried cranberries with raisins and tastes fantastic, has been sitting beside me cold for 2 hours. I know i'm hungry but i just can't eat.

Barley even drink my iced coffee, sure as hell not drinking water. 

I want to cry but I'm a dehydrated noodle and I know that this needed to be brought up so my sense of justification won't let me actually let it out. 

I just want to go home and curl up in a ball till he comes home. 

I just want us to talk and to officially put the disagreement behind us. 

I just want to hear him say he loves me.