DONE

There is a reason this place never felt like home. 7 months and like 3 days...not like I am counting or anything until I can leave and get closer to home where my real friends and family are, where people talk to me when they have a problem. When I do not constantly feel left out...I am done trying and I am done caring. I wear my heart on my sleeve just to get screwed over and I am done with it. Good-bye fake people, I am ready and willing to move on.