i don't like it here, not even one bit. There is only one or two of you who actually make it bearable. i hate how i can't communicate with you, i hate how you can't even listen so i hate trying to listen to you as well. Coming back to this place never brings me happiness, because we never ever talk to each other. Maybe cause i don't try but you don't make it easy as well. When i do try, you just don't bother. You can hate him although you say you don't but have you ever thought that maybe this is how he feels as well. So until we treat each other equally, we will never find the happiness that our home used to bring us.


i doubt i can take another day of this. i am really glad i am going for a sleepover and camp.