Home.

Home, according to dictionary.com, is "any place of residence or refuge".

Home, according to me, is "hell. The place where loneliness is amplified."


There is a reason why i come to school 2 hours early and go home as late as possible. The reason is simple. I hate being at home. What is there for me to look forward to at home? Rest? Nope. I can rest equally well anywhere. Company? Hell no. My parents and my sisters basically leave me alone all the time since they know i hate them. My brother, the only person i respect in the family, is pretty much out all the time, because he, too, cannot stand being at home.

For me, my real home is at RP. my second home is here. I just hate it here. Because i always feel so lonely, so cooped up... To those people who know the happy-go-lucky me from school, this is like the total opposite.

Holidays, please, be gone.