4 August 2014
I miss home. This isn’t for me. This was such a mistake. I am so out of place here. I’ve cried every day and every night because I am so miserable here. I love my best friend, I do. But I didn’t think she’d be gone more than half my stay here. I’ve been home with her dad more than I’ve hung out with her. And her dad is a fucking asshole, so I feel so awkward. He talks shit about her right in front of me and it makes me feel so tense. Then they argue and I feel even worse. I still have 17 fucking days here. I should’ve thought twice, I should’ve been smart enough to not stay here for 3 weeks when I’ve never met them irl before. I am so fucking stupid. I miss my mom. I miss my dad. I miss my brother. I miss Kenzie. When I’m with Hope, it’s not too bad. We have fun. But she’s gone most of the time, and I am so out of place. I just want to go home. Because this place will never be my home.