I just got back from New Orleans yesterday, and i thought i would be happy to be back, and be happy to go home on the 14th, but i'm not. I feel like something has been taken out off me or that something is missing, i mean that i can't wait to start school and see my friends, but i just dont want to see my mom, for some reason that thought brings me down, i don't want to see her and i dont know why.