I want to go home. Strange new faces; unfamiliar places; unwelcoming room, I don't like it here. Everytime I hear my parents' voices on the phone, I feel like telling them I wished I hadn't asked them to stay back. Yes I'm sheltered and pampered by them, but at least it makes me happy. All that bullshit about gaining exposure and independence, what good is it if it makes you miserable.

Change; I don't embrace it well.