I can't stand how depressing it's been getting.

Everyday I wake up and I'm either having a stupid headache or I feel like I've not slept in 5 weeks which is pathetic considering the fact I've just woken up.

I don't leave my room unless I need to go to the bathroom or get food downstairs.

I've yet to unpack all my stupid clothes. Yes, its still in my luggage from the trip a week ago.

My father isn't back despite saying he'll be back on Friday. Its Sunday.

My mother isn't doing anything that's making anyone feel better.

Everyone sucks.

I thought home was where you feel well- home.

Damn sure isn't. Actually it makes me feel the complete opposite.

Family doesn't feel like family.

I wish the trip lasted a month.

I haven't felt this way since. I thought I got better.

I did. I know I did. 

But lately all these feelings and thoughts and emotions they're all so painfully familiar and I hate it cos I know how I was when I was experiencing all this. I was bad.

Yes, I was lonely; still am.

The first time I got bad it was right after my Australia trip too.

I think they know I'm getting distant again.

Now I speak unless spoken to.

I need to get out of this house; this room.

Literally driving me insane.

x