Its weird, you know, being away from home. When I go home, there are other people living in my space. I dont feel comfortable going into my bedroom to get things, like shoes, that I didnt pack in my rush to put everything together while I was packing. I went home yesterday afternoon and the company was gone out visiting, my brother was working, my father was on the couch laying down, and my mother was in the bed. I had to curl up on the loveseat because I couldnt lay down on my bed. Its a very strange feeling. That, and not once has my mother called me since I've been living at Corrine's. Im beginning to feel unloved.
Granted, though, I do enjoy being out of the house.
{Monday, June 5}
Day 4
