(Cut and Pasted from an email to a certain someone)

As for my mom's house (and now I feel this is a good topic for my blog)...I feel out of place, I guess that's to be expected. I also feel so much more alone, and no, that's not a good thing. I have no one here to relate to and I constantly feel as though I'm taking up her valuable time whenever I talk to her about anything, sure it's usually nothing of importance, purely cause I have to test the waters. She's always so hot and cold. One minute she's easier to talk to, the next she scares me away. Looking back, it wasn't so bad here this weekend with no one, I would much rather be home alone without them, than home with them. All the old feelings of hating being home come rushing back when she's here. Thankfully I still watch the * kids at the * house, but even there I don't feel I fit in anymore. I'm in limbo...omg, and it's hell (that's a little contradictory isn't it?). I'm so fucking miserable. I don't feel like eating, even when my stomach is growling and my head is thinking of yummy things my tummy wants, I stayed up the entire night these last two nights...I've gotten maybe...maybe 7 and a half hours sleep in about 48 hours time. What am I doing that whole time? Absolutely freaking nothing! I sit here, at my laptop and pray people will come online to talk to me. Occasionally I watch a movie on my laptop, otherwise I get to sit her and ponder a hell of a lot of stuff.

*-names removed

Now my mom isn't bad mind you, no abuse or anything like that, maybe verbal when I was younger but not so much now...