It's time to face the facts. After years and years of begging for us to move home, we did. In four days it will have been a year since we did. And yet, it's so painfully obvious that I just don't belong here. I have friends, I go to an amazing school, but it's so dark. So cold. I'm sick all of the time, sleeping every day after school just so the days will blur together, so I can go back to see my dad in America all the quicker. I have 11 weeks until I breathe the humid air again. 3 weeks until I see him, but that's not the problem. The problem is the fact that I feel like I'm in a bubble. The air here is fresh, but it has a chill that I hate bitterly. I keep telling myself I only have 3 more years of school to deal with, but if I get desperate I can leave after 1. Also, I was promised that I can go to boarding school in my last year of school if I want to. But I DON'T want to. I want to move back to America. Since I've moved here, I've changed. Friendships have been torn apart and shit has happened. I'm sick of it. I want to go to the place that, a year ago today, I was desperately wanting to get out of. And it's killing me.
