Here I thought this trip wouldn't be so bad. The other people were acting nice, and Boston was cool enough to make me forget about the past.

But of course, now I remember just how little the other people care about me. It's easy to remember when they all ditch you in a museum you've never been in before, surrounded by loud strangers, and don't bother to say anything when you finally find them. It's especially easy to remember how I was at the verge of tears from the stress and panic and they didn't even acknowledge me when I finally found them.

I don't want to be here anymore. I swear to god, I don't want to be in this fucking hellhole of a "friendly Girl Scout overnight" anymore, with people who seem to get annoyed if I show any feeling. Whoops, I'm an emotional fuck up, sorry to inconvenience you.