I know Ive already said it a million times but I know for a fact now that I’ve made the wrong decision to come back “home”. This isn’t home. It might be where some of my family is but this isn’t home. I honestly have no idea where home even is. But I know this isn’t it. Maybe home really is where the heart is. And my heart is with my friends in Boston. I seriously wanna cry just thinking about this. I’ve been trying so hard to stay strong lately but it’s just impossible. I finally broke down and now I can’t stop. I want to go back where I feel comfortable. Where I feel safe. Where I feel loved and wanted. I want to go back to where I was happy. There’s nothing in this town for me. Nothing left. I was so happy for the last couple months. Truly happy again and I honestly can’t even remember the last time I felt that happy. And now I’m right back to being completely miserable. I have no friends here and my family, well mom, is always working and always stressed because of the house being for sale and it just stresses me out. I have absolutely no money. $5.70 actually. That’s it. Not a cent more. I don’t think I can last three and a half more months being this miserable. I really don’t think I can last that long. There will be nothing left to me.

Well, I guess that’s it for now. Just needed to vent I guess.