I hate being home. It depresses me so much. Then i hate to leave to because of my responsibilities at home. But right now, i don't know if i would even call this dewelling a home. grrr.. i don't want to waste another day, but i hate being here. There is nothing enterntaing to do. Every time i come out of this room i get ordered around to do something stupid. anyway, I'm going to try do something, i'm afraid that i'm going to go nuts if i stay here.