I think the worst part for me about coming home is the fact that my family is having a hard time with my re-entrance into their lives. Despite the fact that it's now been about 2 weeks since I've been home, my mom set the dinner table for 4 instead of 5 last night , accidentally forgetting to give me a place. I'm already having a hard time trying to readjust to life back home, and then something like that happens and just makes me want to close myself off even more. I miss the freedom and openness that I had around you guys.

That being said, I want to apologize for not being as truly open as I could have been. There are times that I could have told you things that you still don't know.