Tonight I wanted to write about my feelings, I can't promise that I won't give up typing all of this and write something on paper instead.


There has been a lot going on in my life. For the main part I'm still happy and cheerful, but there's still a big part of me that is not. To be quite honest, for the past few weeks I've been so tired of being at home. I'm not antsy to move out, I don't feel independent exactly, but I am so tired of my family. I'm so tired of my family NOT BEING a family. It's so frustrating to come home, because it doesn't even feel like a cozy welcoming home. My parents are not genuinely interested in my life, or what I do. I've spent more time in my room the past month than I've spent in the last year! I spend time in my room now because I don't like to be out in the house, I don't like to set myself up for disappointment and agitation. I sound bitter. I sound negative. But that is how I really feel, and my family will not change.