I need a release, something to do...you are right...I hate it here. My friends call and call but we can't have coffee anymore, go to the mall, go shopping, anything. I look forward to nothing. They are too far away.

You know how I feel? Like a dog. The way my family sometimes treats me.

I have never drank, smoked, or gotten into any trouble. Sometimes I don't get it...

I am a non-entity. Lovely feeling.

Good news though: this is horrible (again), but my dad's job interview that would force us to stay here and not move does not sounds like it will work out. The other one (will force us to move) is still pending...I have watched them get more miserable since we came here and now I am getting sucked in with them.

They like to blame me, of course, I am the "identified patient".

Therapist says it is obvious I am not the problem.