i love being home. i like relaxing and basically doing nothing. i could be considered a bum at home, i guess. But, it leaves me too much free time. i become my own friend and think too much. it can either make me happy or very sad. i doubt, i fear, i wonder. i laugh, i smile....i think theres too many negatives. when my parents come home, i'm better. but being stuck at this house all day drives me nuts. i made little friends when i lived here (it was only half a year!) soooo i am stuck. i need something to distract me. before i go crazy. like.. a pair of wings to fly. ahhh too cheesy.