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[eumelia]

I'm sick of missing people.
Really I am.

I just got off the phone with Daddy who asked me why I decided to come home early.
I kind of blew up on him, since not only am I sick of missing people, I'm sick of telling people why I'm home-sick.
I'm not on Holiday here.
This is not a vacation for me, I don't think I've worked this hard or had this much responcibillity. Ever.
I don't want to be here any more.

I told Daddy I missed him and broke down, I'm still broken and weepy, my only comfort is Libby sitting in my lap.

I thought having Robbie here would make me feel better, that he'd sympathize, but no, he's the same annoying big brother.

I don't want to be here any more.