I appreciate the fact that within an hour of me spending time with you, you reminded me exactly why I don’t like to come home in the first place, and our relationship sucks.

In other words, I am coming home Tuesday. I was naive to think that I could do something I needed to do for myself, and it would be ok.

Miami is no longer my home. I guess that I hoped that through all this bullshit I’ve been through, my family would be my family but they’re not. My friends are my family, because I learned long ago that I could not rely on you people emotionally. Ever.

Counting the days til I come back to Orlando…my home.