Going to Washington DC, it made me feel like i was home. I came back to my house last night and I felt sick of people. I didn't want to see my family and I wanted to go back "home". It was a wierd feeling..I've never felt it before. Today we had a party (it was a celebration for the end of my mom's chemo treatment) and EVERYONE came over. I couldn't handle it. Which was odd because im never this irritable. They all have left, but I still wish I could go back.
I talked to people (we went on a school trip with my grade) that I've never talked to in my whole life before. It was awesome. Some of the memorials were tear-jerking and some of the stories were beautiful, but mostly I just felt alive. Spending time with my family...as in right now...I feel so bad because i'm unintentionally snapping at them. I dont want to but I cant bring myself not to. I want to go home.
I miss the people I fell in love with. I miss the relationships that I know will never be the same. I miss waking up to go to breakfast with my friends and I miss how warm it was. I miss laughing on the bus and flirting with the guys and taking a gazillion pictures a day. I miss having fun. And I miss the sunrise on the glass buildings. I miss the freezing rain and the beaming hot sun.

I want to go HOME.