Sometimes I wonder.

Every now and then you do something because it's instinctive. We are animals after all and and these instincts are programmed into us. After a really shitty last 2 months I decided it was time to come home for a bit. I've wanted to for the last couple weeks but have always been really busy. Anyways, this weekend I made the mission to come home and now that I'm home I have no idea why I even waste my time. It is not providing me with the comfort or support that I need not is it providing me with any sort or rest or peace. I find all that is happening is that I'm being politely ignored by my parents while they continue around me. It makes me wonder why I even came home? If I wanted to be ignored and left to my own devices I could have done tht back at Rhodes. 

The only pro of being back so far is that I can abuse my parents coffee machine. Wow.