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I don't even remember what day we left, that's how long we've been in stupid hotels. My Dad's throwing a tantrum saying he wants to go home already. What he obviously doesn't realize is, he has nothing to go home to. I don't know, I just want this to be over with. I want to be settled, I want to be okay. This is stupid, honestly.

My heart hurts, and I think I might've made a mistake, but I can't be for sure. We're going for broke here, I guess. All or nothing, and whatever other euphemism you can come up with for it. Everyone's acting like it's my fault that this isn't how we want it to be. I'm not going to apologize because no one spoke up before we left, plus it's not my fault.

This hotel has such shitty internet, I have to keep refreshing the page to make it work.

It's one of those times where I miss my old life, not the one I just left, but the one where my parents weren't divorced, and where we lived in suburbia. I know it sounds stupid, but it's what I miss.

It's probably not my old life I miss, it's just being happy that I miss. And back then, I was happy.

There's about forty jobs I'm going to apply for up here. Hopefully I'll get one or two of them, so I can quit the one I have now...