You know this is truely wierd, this week I am staying at my parents place while they fumigate my apartment. Its a really fun time but sometimes I feel as if I am happy I am home while other times I wish I was back at my own place. So I am torn between places. While I love the apartment, I just wish I had the internet. So I am stuck with the situation that I shouldn't be worried but at the same time I am back at home.
This to me is wierd. Last night I went out, and I felt fine but I also felt upset that I told my mom the truth and yet no one believes me.
I guess thats what happens.