To be happy.
To not be angry.
To feel wanted.
To feel appreciated.
And the weird thing is?
I'm not even completely sure why.
I think it has to do with the fact that every day I spend in this house is another day wasted with me being either completely ignored or yelled at when all I'm trying to do is be a good spot in my mom's day when she and Chelsea are at each other's throats.
I feel like I don't belong here anymore. Don't get me wrong; I love my family more than anyone in the world, even when they drive me absolutely crazy. I just feel...out of place. Like there's nothing for us to talk about. My mom and I haven't had a remotely important conversation in ages. It's like I'm a visitor in my own home.
I love my family.
I just don't like them very much right now.
I don't like how they make me feel.
How being home makes me feel.
I feel very alone right now...