If sad songs sink ships then the smiths sank the titanic

If what they say is true.  If home is where the heart is then i'm fucked!  home and everything it stands for is gone.  For me.  The difference betwen a house and a home, being loved and being alone.  If home is where you make it then my home is stained red and lives in these pages.  In these stained, torn, used pages I am myself.  In these pages being ugy, and a fuck up, and alone, and an asshole don't seem so bad.  In these pages I can live.  In these pages I find My salvation.