Heyyyy

It was hard to move out on my own. And I don't just mean changing how much I party or socialize or whatever. I mean emotionally, it's really taken it's toll on me. There are little things I miss about being home, like a doggie I used to have in the bath with me, or my shower, or my actual dog. I really miss my dog. Living on my own, I feel like there's a constant reminder everywhere I go. I get cards from my adopted father and my adopted mother will not stop calling me. I told my aunt and my sister in law that my phone was broken just so she'd stop calling me. It's not that I don't want to talk to them... it's just that it's hard. I miss home horribly but I can never go back. Talking to people from home is really difficult. I don't even like going back to NJ. When I drove through NJ coming back from Kentucky I couldn't get through it fast enough. Driving through the familiar parts was agony.  My mother and father must be on some sick shit if they think I'm going to sit through Thanksgiving dinner a week late with my WHOLE family without a tetanus shot, an anti-psychotic and a stiff drink. No one in the family protected me when I tried to tell them.

Wow my mood just plummetted and I just got really tired.